A boyz day out.

'The font' is away in London looking after family so Wilf and Digby have been left in my tender care. Yesterday we drove into the local market town for a boyz day out. From the car park we made a direct bee line to the butchers, then across the square to the fish shop, around under the arcades to the cheese shop, before finally honing in on the boulangerie. At each point on our route a brief pause was made while heads were thrown back and nostrils filled with the enticing scents. For my canine companions there could have been no more satisfying day out. That upon reflection is not entirely true - Wilf and Digby would have found it infinitely more satisfying if they'd been allowed to savour the contents of each of the places visited. The local hardware store has now started to stock some rather fine Anduze pots which I have dutifully photographed.

With no one around to impose a proper sense of order on our lives the three of us stayed up late playing catch and watching tv . For the Six Nations Rugby we (I) had a satellite dish installed. After four months without television I now find myself channel surfing with the best of them. Of particular interest is a channel called 'Movies4Men' which screens long forgotten and badly acted epics of daring adventure . Most of these seem to star Robert Mitchum in stirring war like settings - last night he single handedly managed to ram a German submarine with his crippled destroyer . Riveting stuff. I wonder what they called 'straight to video' movies in the days before video?

A more than slightly malodorous whiff from Wilfs nether regions reminds me that bathtime is long overdue. It is a couple of months since dog and soapy water have come into contact. Remedial action is no longer just desirable but necessary. After our last knee deep in water bathing experience I am going to try a new technique. Another PON family ( thank you Edward and Apple) commented on the blog that they always wash their PON's in the shower thereby containing the bulk of the water within the shower stall. What sensible advice. Pictures of two gleaming white dogs to follow tomorrow.