Sophie emerges after breakfast with yogurt stuck to her chin. This gives her the look of a canine version of Lenin. One of our recent visitors mistakenly called her Sweet Pea for the better part of a week. Looking at her Angus can't help but think that Sweet Pea is an improbable name for this vision of yogurt matted horror.
A moment of sibling uncertainty over whether to take furry fox or demonic tweating bird in the car. Both are taken.
Bob makes it quite plain that Furry Fox is his. This doesn't stop Sophie from trying to 'liberate'' it . Brother and sister soon make up.
At 4:00 am there is the unmistakable noise of The Old Farmers venerable Ford Transit motor home returning. Despite the early hour Bob kindly lets us know, repeatedly, that there's activity outside. The Old Farmer was supposed to be gone a month. Later this morning I'll wander over and find out what has caused him to return after a week.