My neighbour’s children arrived back yesterday evening. It was like being in the midst of an episode of the Waltons with the village trooping round to welcome them home. It’s a much cheerier community and I just hope some sensible custody arrangement can be worked out. School starts – la rentrée scolaire – on Tuesday throughout the nation and the children start, at least, at their old school.
The dog lifted itself from the sofa in frenzy last night when a regiment of mice began playing the Eton wall game above a false ceiling. I’m afraid it’s the poisoning season again. The dog himself was turned over and worried by a nearby hound yesterday. It did him no damage but gave him one hell of a fright and, by God, did he scream for help. I managed one boot, unfortunately a mere Croc rather than something with steel toecaps, in the aggressor’s ribs before the animal’s owner arrived, covered in confusion.
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