We are up early. As Bob clambers into the back of the car in the half light you can see his drooly face. One side is definitely paralyzed and higher than the other. This gives him a rather reflective, whimsical look. No sign of an improvement in the eye but no need to worry. 'The Font' is much more observant in important things than Angus.
While I bring the rubbish bags out to the car the family fellow carefully monitors two grub hunting blackbirds on the lawn. A male PONs work of guarding his flock against avian intruders is never done. He is so immersed in his task he is surprised when I appear and close the tailgate. He gives me a 'Blimey! I wasn't expecting that " look.
Sophie is having a flat hair day.
She can appear like a dishevelled angel....
... but sometimes the i-Phone's camera can manage to record one of her '' oaf of a brother - don't go near my food " moments. The return of sibling 'savaging' we interpret as a good sign. Bob seems happy that normal service is being resumed.
So starts a post-Christmas Tuesday morning in deepest, deepest France profonde.
Here's something brilliant from Trinidad. The accompaniment is not what you'd expect :