Chapter 27On Friday morning, the car is packed by seven-thirty and ready for our journey to the vineyard, but as usual, Patricia is fussing around. She's checking and rechecking she has all she needs for the weekend and that the chickens and the cat are okay. We're not going far. The drive will take less than an hour, assuming my poor car can make it under the weight of Patricia's luggage. We're going to be near enough for me to return here if we have forgotten anything, so I wish she'd just get a move on as I hate all this hanging around.
Patricia has packed some of her fruit pies for the party tomorrow night and they smell so good I could eat one right now. Ollee is sniffing the container, great snorting sniffs as if he believes they'll suddenly pop out of the box and into his mouth. He
