Yesterdays post has disappeared . With blogger out of action Wilf and yours truly head off early to the supermarket in search of red geraniums . On the village green a swarm of locals are pruning roses, trimming shrubs and sawing off overhanging branches before the judges for ' the most beautiful floral village competition ' arrive . Wilf sits patiently under the table while I go and get a cup of coffee, fresh water for his bowl, and a croissant from the cafe. As I slip him a sliver of croissant he looks up with a smile on his face as if to say " we make a living by what we get, we make a life by what we give ".