Even though it's a Saturday the builders show up and continue work on the terrace. One of the morose lads has found a 1995 VW Golf convertible and is working as hard as he can in order to put down a deposit on it.
'Furry Fox' has made a reappearance. The morose lads are reminded by Bob that life shouldn't be all work and no play. Every hour or so dogs and builders traipse onto the lawn for a fox throwing interlude. Angus thinks this is a less than efficient arrangement. The PONs disagree.
An absent minded workman has left the water running overnight. The lower garden has turned into a swamp and the well is completely dry. The pump, having run all night drawing air, has blown a fuse.
A large pile of fresh sand is delivered. The morose lads start mixing up render. Sophie claims the pile of sand as her very own. She digs in it, rolls in it and then turns on her back and lies in it. Sand and PON fur are not an ideal combination.
The pile of sand is placed off limits. The sand on the end of Sophie's nose at lunchtime ....
...... and again in the evening hints that 'off limits' is an concept she doesn't understand.
After dinner there is goats cheese with a hint of white fig compote eaten off 'The Fonts' fingers. The PONs go to bed happy.
The morose lads are due again this morning. Proof that there is no inducement as powerful as a boys first car.