Bob rushes out of the door, Sophie follows in hot pursuit. Bob greets the day silently. Sophie doesn't. She wakes the village with her decidedly unladylike, eighty a day, bark. By the time I've found the car keys the intrepid duo have done some rearranging of the garden.
The builder shows up. " M'Ongoose. Is it alright if we start work on Monday ? ". He's going to rip out the old kitchen upstairs and dispose of the flame emitting Vesuvius that passes as a cooker. The fact that he was first asked to do this a year ago a mere detail.
Sandrine, Madame Bay's hairdresser daughter, is having a new plate glass door installed in her salon. Madame Bay has gone along, uninvited, to 'help' supervise the workmen. After twenty minutes Sandrine and her mother are having a ' family moment'. To the relief of the workmen Mother is banished. She arrives at the front door in the ever more dented Wild Child voiturette; two great grandchildren in tow.
Bob hears the crashing of gears and quickly disappears upstairs and hides under a bed. The thought of being enveloped in Madame Bays Lily of the Valley scented embrace something no self respecting boy dog would willingly consider. Sophie basks in the adulation. '' You've come to see moi ? ".
You learn something new everyday. Don't eat one of these : http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC1127797/