Bob starts his day by rearranging the solar system fridge magnets with his nose. Saturn is nibbled. Venus falls off the door. Bob seems content with his handiwork.
In the village :
The little lady with the purple hat is gradually recovering from the 'fit of the vapours' caused by the swaying crucifix. She has once again started to take her Yorkie on its breakfast perambulation across the village green.
The Old Farmer spends his morning working on the brake pads of the venerable '' it's good for another two hundred and fifty thousand kilometres " Ford Transit motor home. He has sent off for, and received, a three month Belorussian visa. Current plans call for a June 1st departure date.
More workmen have appeared to spray orange hieroglyphs on the tarmac around the war memorial. These remain incomprehensible to the uninitiated. There is still no sign of work starting on the raised zebra crossing.
Sophie demonstrates a somewhat indecorous way of sitting. This is a new affectation.
The PONs continue to show a truly remarkable enthusiasm for life.