At 6 pm on most summer evenings, Lady Magnon and I sit beside the pool under a tall palm tree and partake of our first glass of wine of the day.
The dogs always join us, and usually sleep beneath our small round metal table as we discuss the events of the day. However, they are instantly alerted by the slightest sound from beyond the hedge, or elsewhere.
Yesterday was no exception, and some inaudible sound made them both suddenly leap up from their sleep; barking and tearing about looking for invisible intruders, and upturning the table at the same time.
Unfortunately my antique 'every day' glass was on the table as they stood up, and is now deceased.
So, goodbye old friend. You've served me well. It isn't your fault that we've introduced two hooligans into the household, and I promise, in future, to be more vigilant.