At the fancy little restaurant by the canal Bob and Sophie each get given a langue de chat. The chef comes out to see whether they've enjoyed it. Sophie turns on her back, kicks her legs in the air and squeals. This,presumably, makes it quite clear she could spend her entire day savouring les langues des chats artisinales. The air of sophistication is dispelled when the chef asks us if we like the new sculpture garden. Two flower pot figures and a flower pot dog. '' Quite remarkable " I reply , honestly, while secretly wondering how the French have managed to convince the Anglo-Saxon world that they are the sophisticated ones.
Home to doze amid the builders detritus and wait for the rain which never arrives.
In the pile of debris on the wooden decking Sophie discovers a tupperware container belonging to the builders. It's full of cigarettes, tobacco and roll your own paper. She carefully prises it open using a combination of jaws and paws. We catch her as she disappears off with the roll your own wrappers. What neat tobacco might have done to her digestion and temperament has thankfully gone untested.