An old shirt provides an excellent pre-breakfast play thing for the angelic duo. Every week Loic the gardener wanders round and collects an assortment of shredded pillow cases, old socks and knotted tea towels from their hiding places under hedges and in flower beds. He piles them in a corner of the barn. After he goes they are carefully redistributed and rehidden. All the expensive dog toys are ignored.
In the supermarket goats cheese flavoured crisps. Very French. Closer examination of the super shiny packaging shows that the emphasis should be on 'flavoured' rather than 'goats cheese'.
For those interested in Scotlands referendum here's a thoughtful blog link about what happens next . It may explain why pro-independence fervour is cooling a little: