First light. The PONs have wandered upstairs and are waiting at the bedroom door. Sophie's wearing a grumpy 'what's keeping you ?' face. Bob has fallen back asleep. Sophie always yelps with excitement when she goes out of the front door. As she goes out twenty times a day you'd think the excitement might wear off. How wrong you'd be.
Time to start getting the Christmas decorations out. The old Shaker candlesticks, bought in the San Francisco antique shop forty years ago for the extortionate price of $100, are brought up from the cellar and dusted down. Candles are found. We are about to enter that 'Swedish' time of the year with burning candles everywhere. Angus can only assume Swedish household insurance premiums are very high.
Later on today Bob, Sophie and Angus will go and choose a Christmas tree. Angus wants a twelve footer. 'The Font' points out that a twelve footer and two enthusiastic rug surfing PONs is a combination that's likely to end in tears. We agree to look for a 'medium' sized tree that can be placed out of reach of the angelic duo.
'The Font' is slightly alarmed to read in the morning paper that the village recorded a swing to the Front Nationale in Sundays second round elections. They were given a clear majority. Hope seems to have lost out to fear in this little corner of paradise.
Gentle in its tone, gentle in its tempo. Here, as a gratuitous antidote to politics, is a trailer for a new Scots film :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e109WqllzZw