Cottage Still life
" Bulldog and fire with daffs"
I'm doing a Rachel today as I have got 12 minutes in which to type this post .
Lunch goes into the cooker at 12.40
Today it' s Waitrose salmon........(we went yesterday and I got all excited at the pristine conditions and the polite non sports wearing customers.)
Sunday lunchtime is my favourite time of the week. The Prof is in church, the dogs all asleep after walks and breakfast and the cottage is silent.
It always feels a little like Christmas morning before the action starts.
Today I walked around the Marian with William and Mary. There is a cottage up on the hill, where an Alsatian lives, it attacked the terriers last week and got booted by me for it's trouble and I was going " to have a word" with the owner but was stopped short.
The owner is having a bad time at the moment.
He recognised me the other day and stopped for a sad chat. He recognised me from visiting the hospital. Unshaven and tired , he is coping with illness at home, so the security of a maladjusted dog is the last thing on his mind.
How quickly can a life change.
Our meeting unsettled me somewhat. A Sudden and devastating illness is not a rarity in people of middle years, we only have a pack of dogs, a cat with a bent leg, scruffy sheep, and a motley crew of birds because I am in the position of caring for them. The worry of " what will become of my children if I am ill? " is sadly not the prerogative of just the modern parents of this world....
Darn it...I am one minute over ...........need to go that salmon won't cook itself xxxx