It rains. Not just the sort of heavy rain that keeps you indoors but the sort of downpour that could have been sent to try Job. Why is it that early morning ' open the door and let them out ' walks take three minutes on a dry morning but twenty minutes when it's pouring and very muddy ?
The lady at the the bakers has made too many chocolate logs. This morning she's sliced them up and is attempting to sell them as individual portions. We resist the temptation.
The rain continues all day. The clouds unloading all the water they've picked up on their long journey across the Atlantic . Bob and Sophie sit silently staring at us : '' What a lovely day for a leisurely walk across the fields ".
No Christmas would be complete without some part of the Rickety Old Farmhouse having a 'moment'. This year the shower in the farthest guest bedroom springs a leak. The leak turns into a trickle, then a torrent. Buckets lined up in the cellar below. Amazingly, the emergency plumber shows up within an hour. Bob stands and watches him at work. This plumber is clearly a farm boy. He tousles Bob's whiskers and tells him '' Stop barking. You're over excited ". Bob does. When the plumber is finished and gone the male PON wanders back into the breakfast room to tell us everything is once again safe. Sophie has stayed near the bacon croissants.