The water mains still broken . Our usual baker standing glumly at the door of the shop turning customers away . He's tried using bottled water to make the dough but it ' just can't be done '. The council workmen have promised him the work will be completed by this afternoon . He shrugs .Off across country with Wilf in search of an alternate supply .The new bakers in the little market town is doing a roaring trade . The window chock full of cream cakes . The inhabitants must have a very sweet tooth . Each of the retired ladies in front of me buys a baguette and a cake so there might be some truth in this observation .
To the cafe . The man behind the counter fills up Wilfs bowl with water. He doesn't have a croissant left . He does however have the end of a baguette . Wilf accepts this with good grace then settles down on the floor and goes to sleep. The coffee is bitter and burnt as only an €0.80 coffee can be . Somewhere between bracing and undrinkable.
By the time I've finished Wilf is already snoring gently. A quick '' Come on matey !" and he's on his feet and following me out of the door. Seeing him walking confidently along , navigating doors and kerbs, you'd never believe he was blind. There again old PON's know : ' When the winds of change blow, some seek shelter, others build windmills '.
Wilf's right about change, and he's been a great example of adapting to them. But as I said on my blog yesterday, unfortunately, I'm just not that good at it.
ReplyDeleteKeep on keeping on Wilf - Family - we love you Susanne, Daisy, Foxiie and Kiri the sweet dackeltiger
ReplyDeleteP.S. Sweet - sugar drives us into dementia - I changed to STEVIA - and it is fantastic.
that wee matey's face could launch a thousand ships this morning! i can't seem to ever get enough of seeing him.
ReplyDeleteyour routine each day is now part of my own and a beloved routine it is. keep building those windmills!
i read your other blog too angus. i wish i could say i were smart enough to understand it all, but i find it amazing. and somehow comforting to know someone as astute as you has such a brilliant way of sorting it all out. and now that i've thoroughly embarrassed you, i'll take my leave.
hope the font found granny font well and happy renters from idaho!
love to you three in the france profonde,
tammy j
The pastries are so yummy looking. Hope water pipes are repaired soon. Meanwhile, have a great Saturday.
ReplyDeleteWilf and his windmills. What a brilliant boy he is.
ReplyDeleteCompletely sympathize with loss of water and broken mains/pipes. It does force one to explore other avenues - those cakes are scrumptious looking; give me a sugar high just looking at them. Always happy to hear the "Matey" is on the road. Cheers for a great weekend!
ReplyDeleteIt's amazing that the baker would make so many different types of pastries. Would you pick me up 6 of the eclairs covered in almonds? Thank you! :)
ReplyDeleteWish the coffee was better,,
ReplyDeleteBonne soirée Angus and Lady Font (if she is back from England...), good night sweet Wilfee of my heart.
ReplyDeleteWe'd like a fruit flan, please. It's amazing how much one can do without sight. Good to hear that Wilf has adjusted to running on 5 pistons instead of 6.
ReplyDeleteXXXOOO Daisy, Bella & Roxy
Wilf is an inspiration. And, your bakery photos frequently make me hungry...
ReplyDeleteThose pastries lack the grace of those found in your usual shop,Angus.. They look too sweet and too "overdone" even in photo. But your photos of Wilf! Who could ever walk by him and not tousle his hair and give him a hug. Those soulful eyes and that glorious nose! Perfection!
ReplyDelete(I find that nose so captivating; I really do.)
I adore that quote, and it perfectly sums up my weekend! Thank you for sharing that. Sorry to hear the water's still a problem, though.
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