Sunday, June 5, 2016
Will anyone buy it ?
It's rained overnight but the clouds are lifting by the time we make it into the centre of the little market town. We're early. The only other soul around a retired gentleman in blue plaid carpet slippers. A certain generation of French still go to get bread twice a day. The more conservative even take the time to choose how much time the baguette has spent in the oven.
The baker has baked an enormous cake for the European Football Championships. It's decorated with red,white and blue ribbons , milk chocolate boots and tricoleurs. Will anyone buy it ?
Angus declines the offer of a pair of edible football boots and chooses four cakes.
Worn out by a journey in the car, some flaky pastry at the bakers and a variety of unusual scents around the market square the PONs settle down for their first nap of the morning.
Sophie wakes with a start and a sense of dread. Her large fluffy oaf of a brother is about to savage her.
A ten minute burst of hyperactivity follows. Finally, Bob settles down in his spot by the front door with that peculiar sense of satisfaction that comes from having surprised his sleeping sister.
All is well at The Rickety Old Farmhouse on this June Sunday morning