A real scorcher of a day. 80 degrees. If it's this hot in April, what's it going to be like in August ?After breakfast Wilf positions himself by the front door for a nap . The perfect palm tree shaded spot to doze while monitoring all our comings and goings.At lunchtime we look up to see a wall of contrails above us. A squadron of RAF planes hurtling back towards Britain after a sortie over Libya. Line abreast, after burners glowing, their tracks stretching as straight as a roman road towards the horizon. They're way above the commercial traffic, too high for the sound to reach us. Five minutes later the refuelling tankers arrive. Slow, camouflaged and ponderous. Like so many watchful mother hens. What a juxtaposition. All this bravery and anger floating above the quiet and peace of our little spot of paradise. Truly surreal.
Wilf had cod and salmon fishcakes for dinner. He sometimes gets confused, turning right when he should turn left, and getting lost. The trials and tribulations of blindness. However, when it comes to meal time he can make it from the front door, up the stairs, along the corridor, through the den and into the kitchen as fast as any fighter jet. That old PON attitude - " The only reason to be alive is to enjoy it ".
The nose always knows!
ReplyDeleteThe nose knows :-)
ReplyDeleteWe haven't got down to 80 during the day, yet.
ReplyDeleteKendra, who can't hear thunder anymore or her name called, can hear the fridge door open while sleeping!
XXXOOO Daisy, kendra & Bella
Deep in rural France, the troubles of the outside world still intrude. But when Wilf has his fishcakes, he is blissfully unaware.
ReplyDeleteha! i can just see him navigating like a jet toward the kitchen!
ReplyDeletexoxo
the collective bargaining bill is held up in court...an election on tuesday, the people will speak, interesting times.
That cockatoo do in the third photo is incredibly cute. Keep focusing on what is important, Wilf :).
ReplyDeleteThat's what a good sense of smell can do for you - who needs eyesight when a good dinner is on its way !!
ReplyDeleteI can't imagine eighty degrees in the beginning of April! I hope you have a lot of fans at the ready for this summer.
ReplyDeleteI'm with Wilf! Why miss a good meal?
Sorry if this is a repeat post, Blogger isn't playing nice today!
I forgot to add, that feeling of being totally detached from whatever is going on in the rest of the world is one of the things I love the most about our little patch of rural France. Maybe it's selfish, or maybe it's more real - life goes on regardless. Who knows.
ReplyDeleteWilf: "faster than a speeding bullet" comes to mind! Wilf's joie de vive does make my day....DBH
ReplyDeleteWilf - wishing you another delightful dinner!!!
ReplyDeleteLove from Southern Italy Susanne, Daisy, Foxiie
Wilf is enjoying life and we are enjoying Wilf! :)
ReplyDeleteBlessings and Love,
Janelle and Maggie Mae
If dictators would cook, they would be cornered in the kitchen by canines -- but then they wouldn't be dictators, would they?
ReplyDeleteThankfully for Wilf, it is easy to track a delicious scent. Hope there was a coconut ice cream chaser with the cod...
Nothing wrong with that precious, glossy, black nose, is there! By the way, have we ever told you just how adorable that nose of yours is?
ReplyDeleteYes, funny how our deaf dog always hears her dinner bowl being put down.........
ReplyDelete80 degrees?!
x (for gorgeous Wilf!)
The story of the military jets does sound surreal. One time, we had a B-52 Bomber follow our mountain road seemingly just above the treetops with no forewarning. It was similarly surreal - that is, after the terror passed.
ReplyDeleteI can tell that Wilf is enjoying life. That sounds like a wonderful dinner for him!
"The only reason to be alive is to enjoy it."
ReplyDeleteI heard a song on the radio for the first time today and part of the lyrics were, "Just because you're alive doesn't mean that you're living." Sooooooo true!
And I do believe that Wilf is truly living!