Wednesday, January 28, 2015
It's lighter in the mornings now. Bob and Sophie have an extra five minutes to savage each other before they are loaded into the back of the car and head off to the cafe under the arcades for their ' illicit ' half croissant.
Grey and overcast when we park on the market square. The large white dog above the opticians shop barks at the intrepid duo. The intrepid duo bark back at their invisible foe. It's never occurred to either of them that the noise may be coming from up above their line of sight. They simply look bemused.
On our way home we pass more handiwork of the the local Front National activist. Not content with spraying FN on all the road signs he ( or she ) has now taken to spraying the rubbish bins. Angus counts three mistakes in the three line slogan. 'The Font' makes the observation that you don't need to pass an exam in literacy to spray paint dustbins.
None of this bothers Bob and Sophie who guard, dig, search for mischief and radiate happiness.