I went down to the village yesterday.
All I wanted was some milk but I brought Penny anyway as she needed a walk. So did I.
So we had our walk and I bought some milk and a couple of other non-essentials [Herself’s fags] and dropped them into the car. I then strolled up the street.
As we approached the coffee shop I heard a loud shriek – “It’s PENNY!”
Sure enough, the coffee shop was open for the first time since mid October, and Penny dutifully led the way in [she hadn’t forgotten so dogs’ memories obviously last longer that six weeks]. All the staff were there to greet her. She got fed a load of chicken and they made a huge fuss over her. They all said the one thing they had missed during the lockdown [apart presumably from their pay?] was the sight of Penny’s eager little face.
Then they noticed me.
All I got was a “Hi Grandad. Coffee?”
So I sat outside and lit my pipe. Penny curled up happily at my feet. I supped my coffee as the North Wind blew around me. It was fucking freezing.
I finished my coffee just as it started to snow. Perfect timing.
My life is back to normal again.
Hallelujah, Kingfisher's is risen! It is risen indeed, Hallelujah!
Ah, a nice December present. And a surprise one as well. Don't concern yourself with your lackluster welcome at the coffee shop–dogs like Penny always get the better welcome.
Oh bliss! I envy you! But I'm also glad for you! Andfor Penny, of course. Happy days!
I went down again today. They were very busy, but I got a great welcome. Poor Penny was overlooked in the rush. The Natural Order is restored.