Saturday, January 21, 2012
Built into the DNA.
Back into our daily routine . Coffee, bowl of water and illicit half croissant at the cafe under the arcades . A quick stop off at the bakers to buy a cake for lunch . Wilf waits patiently at the shop door . His single nostril working overtime. Angus emerges with an amaretto meringue cake with fresh raspberry filling . Wilf stops waiting patiently and looks energized . His face has taken on that imploring " to be your friend was all I ever wanted " look . Hope springs eternal in an old dogs heart - and stomach .
Home. While I write , he sleeps. When I finish writing , he sleeps . A slowing pace of life . Lunchtime. Petites Tourtes Forestieres. Nothing slow about the old fellows sprint into the kitchen .Hard wired into Wilfs DNA the knowledge that ' there is no failure except in no longer trying ' .