Bob is up and about bright and early. Sophie isn't. She comes to the front door wearing her '' Do you know what time it is ? " look. Once again I start the day surprised at just how different brother and sister are.
By the time she's harnessed up Miss Grump has turned into Miss Charming. She bestows a pre-breakfast kiss on her owners cheek. Bob has no time for public displays of affection. He exudes seriousness.
In the little market town a large crowd has gathered.
The Toulouse Ferrari Club have stopped off for breakfast in the Square. Despite the early hour it seems that every male from the age of eight to eighty-eight is there. Farmers wives comment on the sports cars impracticality and tut. The Ferraris decidedly less practical than the white Peugeot vans that are the standard means of transportation in these parts. A real clash of civilizations.