Lip smacking enthusiasm .

A quiet day at the rickety old farmhouse . Wilf spends most of his day sleeping , rousing himself , briefly, to bark at the post lady . Aude the decaratrice is here bright and early . She's accompanied by an unsmiling friend from the Womens Cooperative who's come along to do some plastering. Does that make her a plasteratrice ? I keep this thought to myself . The plasteratrice is wearing a pale pink tee shirt that sports the slogan : " You've got your first wish . Now , what are the other two ? " .
The phone remains obdurately silent all day . However, no sooner is the steak on the stove than it rings . While I chat to ' the font ' the kitchen fills with smoke . Steak transformed into shoe leather . Unperturbed , Wilf looks on from his vantage point by the dishwasher . He gets some thin slices of this charcoaled offering with his kibbles .He demolishes everything with lip smacking fervour . As any PON knows : " Years may wrinkle the skin , but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul " .