Monday, January 23, 2012
Mustard and laughter .
Well behaved weather. Rain at night. Dry during the day . A gentle breeze . Ideal for PON walking . In the afternoon Wilf and Angus head off to watch the rugby . A poor turnout . The visiting team slow and unadventurous . At one point the young left wing ( who doubles up as a mechanic in the local Peugeot garage ) wanders over to the touch line to ask after Wilf . At half time the family fellow shares a hot dog with Angus in the car park . Wilf has a bowl of water. Angus a beer . Wilf discovers he likes mustard .
Home to discover that ' the font ' has opened a bottle of wine . Solitary drinking on a Sunday afternoon - generally not a good sign . While we've been to watch the rugby , ' the font of all knowledge ' has been to the village council meeting . Surprise, surprise they have unanimously elected a new Secretary . '' It just happened ! " says the new office holder in between gulps of a 2005 Pauillac. '' I tried to say no " . Wilf falls happily asleep to the sound of raucous laughter .
Saw this BBC video about psychic dogs : http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-16676728