Sunday, November 15, 2015
The PONs are waiting for their morning walk. They exhibit a silent ' What's keeping you ? ' impatience .
We stop off at the 'American' style burger place for a post walk cup of coffee. It's usually humming but this morning it's quiet. Bob doesn't mind 'humming' restaurants. Sophie does. As it's empty both PONs can join me without the danger of a 'diva' moment. The staff all come over to talk to the dogs. You can never be alone in France when you travel with canine companions. Bob adores the attention. Sophie remains aloof until a sliver of biscuit is profered.
Truffle flavoured crisps on sale at the check out. How chic.
A poster in a window of a children's clothing store makes me smile. A motto that could apply to any four year old or a PON princess.
The lady at the newsagents is so traumatised by events in Paris that she calls me 'tu' when I come to pay for the papers. It's only taken seven years.
In the afternoon the Sapeurs-Pompiers check that we're OK. Why anyone would think Djihadists would storm our little commune of 67 souls is beyond reckoning. They stay long enough for two middle aged firemen to play a five minute game of 'Throw the Furry Fox' in the orchard. Again, I'm reminded that dogs are an antidote for the worlds woes.