Much to 'The Fonts' horror two field mice scurry across the kitchen floor. The fact that they're out and about in January testimony to how mild the winter's been. The poor things must be terribly confused ... and tired. We've spent a small fortune plastering up all the holes in the outside walls to stop them coming in to hibernate. This has been as effective as Canute trying to halt the incoming tide.
Mid-morning a group of workmen arrive on the lane outside the gate. They cut down all the little branches that have sprouted from the trunks of the plane trees. A green lorry with a man standing on the back drives slowly forward. This is followed by four workmen in green overalls who collect the branches. Behind them, with no obvious purpose, is a van with orange flashing lights. At the end of this procession is a man in a small Peugeot , presumably the boss. From time to time he stops, gets out and sprints down the road to point out a branch that his colleagues have missed.
We find this street theatre interesting. The PONs find it absolutely riveting. Bob sits on his stump seat and watches the workmen. They say hello.
Sophie adopts a less decorous means of welcome. She stands on her back legs. front paws on the gate and howls.
And here is what must surely be the most unusual political ad of the year. Thank you Iowa :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wFd67uhrJwQ