Thursday, December 29, 2011
The pork pie hat .
Lunchtime . The mayor shows up at the front door . It's chilly today so he's wearing his pork pie hat . It seems our Member of Parliament is coming to the village tomorrow to talk about restoring the frescoes in the church . Would it be possible to hold the meeting in the dining room of the rickety old farmhouse ? '' Perhaps a glass of champagne ? " thrown in sotto voce at the end .
Safety instructions on the side of a Royal Horticultural Society scented candle. Don't put a naked flame near curtains , keep away fom children and animals , be careful if you're reading a book . The other safety instructions leave Angus completely bamboozled . Health and safety run rampant .
Wilf continues to be in a good place . He sleeps a lot but his appetite is robust . The colder weather brings on his arthritis but nothing will stop him from joining us on a family walk . Sometimes at night he wanders away from his bed at the front door and finds himself lost in the dark. The household woken up by a ' I'm here. Where are you ? ' panic bark . Strong hands and soothing words soon have him back to sleep again . Touch , so, so important to a blind dog . Wilf , proof that ' life is a ticket to the greatest show on earth ' .