Bobs sister exudes happiness. Her run in with the hallucinogenic mushrooms now forgotten. Sophie keeps a close eye on the finches on the bird table. Every half an hour or so there is burst of activity as she leaps up and barks at them. A reminder of who's boss. The finches are unimpressed and carry on their contented squabbling.
There is a gathering in the town hall. Two white vans with orange roof lights arrive. Men with clipboards emerge. As we venture across the village green on our pre-lunch constitutional we can see the mayor, his secretary and the gentleman with the yellow day-glo visibility vest deep in discussion. Being a French discussion there is much arm waving. Perhaps this signals progress on the new zebra crossing ?
A warm February day draws to a close. Bob remains on guard at the front door.