Everyday life in a rickety old French farmhouse with two very lively Polish Lowland Sheepdogs.
A record of those little things too unimportant for a diary but too important to be forgotten.
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
Bob is up and in the back of the car eager to head off to the cafe under the arcades. His sister can be found in the kitchen watching 'the font' make toast. She is demonstrating her 'spare leg' technique of sitting while willing the toast to fall on the floor.