Tuesday, September 11, 2012
The perfect gentleman.
It takes about an hour and a half ( and a trip to the kitchen for a Carrs water biscuit ) but by eight thirty Max has made himself right at home . The rest of his morning is spent trying to get out of the gate to go across the lane to talk to the two cows in the field opposite. He is ultimately unsuccessful in this goal but it keeps him fully occupied until lunchtime.
Max proves to be a perfect gentleman. He used to belong to a woman who ran a pre-schoolers class from home. New health and safety legislation meant that he had to be both chained and caged when there were children about. Legislation run riot . He has now moved on to live with the French teacher . The French teacher has two thirteen year old Goldens - Sophie and Matilde - who prefer to spend their days sleeping. They do not appreciate being pestered by young Max.
Max greets the return of his mistress with a '' Oh ! It's you " double take before happily sauntering off by her side down the lane. He turns his head and looks back at me with a reproachful " I hope there's sausages the next time " look.
' The font ' , still in London, goes to the lawyers to sign the new lease with the Idahoans. The Idahoan lady says that vegetables are so expensive in Britain '' Where do you go to buy them ? " asks ' the font ' by way of polite small talk. '' Oh that lovely little store on the corner " comes the reply. The lovely little store on the corner is Fortnum and Masons.No wonder they think British cauliflowers are pricey.