Sunday contentment .

Up at 2.23 am to let Wilf out for a pit stop. The smell poltergeist in the rickety old farmhouse is hard at work . The upstairs corridor like a pine forest after it's rained. An almost identical smell to that expensive dark green bath gel they used to make . I spend ten minutes trying to remember the name of the bath gel before falling asleep again .

Pumpkin soup and cheese for lunch . Some coconout ice cream for Wilf after his kibbles. Wilf licks his lips in delight . '' The font '' goes off to see the Spielberg ' Tintin ' movie at the new picture house . It starts fifteen minutes late because there is a queue for popcorn . Wilf and yours truly go to support the local rugby team . At half time we wander out into the car park . Wilf christens the tyres of the visiting teams coach . I'm sure there's a look of quiet satisfaction on his face when we go back to our seats for the second half. After the game is over we find a new lane to wander down .

No hot dog for the family fellow at the rugby ground but as soon as we're home he settles down in the kitchen to provide technical guidance . Langoustines , orange et tagliatelles de legumes followed by Daurade a la Phoceenne . The preparation of both dishes carefully monitored . A tiny amount of human food with his dinner and he's happy .