Out with Sophie for our early morning mole hunt across the village green. It's time to have the laurel hedge trimmed. From the road The Rickety Old Farmhouse looks like a bungalow.
A trip to the cheese shop. 'The Fonts' favourite is Banon, a goats cheese from Provence that comes wrapped in a vine leaf and tied with twine. The name has recently taken on a different connotation. Bob gets a little Salers. His tail does its thwack-thwack-thwack routine.
Today the PONs are charged up and ready for anything.
The good news is that ...
Bobs paralyzed eyelid is now 50% operational... and improving by the day.
His sister is getting five walks a day.
Yesterday, the family diva managed to get on her hind legs and pull the pork chops off the kitchen table. By the time we'd noticed they'd gone, they'd gone.
We have pasta for dinner.
Mischief is returning, in spades, to deepest, deepest France profonde.
This made me laugh out loud. A Tweet from a very feisty retired American lady: https://twitter.com/madeleine/status/824320652278693892