It rains all day.
Sophie returns from her morning walk with that high humidity 'look '. She opts to stay and doze in the back of the car.
The roses have all come into bloom at once. Just in time to be flattened by the storms.
Bob watches as 'The Font' cuts three garden trug loads of blooms to fill flower bricks. It's difficult to determine whether The Rickety Old Farmhouse now smells more of damp dog or of rose scent. Damp dog wins the day.
A parcel arrives with the lunchtime post. The joys of Internet shopping. Salt from Australia. Fancy packaging but a product that must be pure profit.
Chicken for dinner. The PONs fall happily asleep. Can there be any better way to end a day than having chicken and broccoli with your kibbles ?
So passes a very quiet day in deepest France profonde.
Now here's a thing : http://www.politico.eu/article/the-tiny-scottish-village-that-spawned-trump/