Seven o'clock on Sunday evening. The mayor, Madame mayor, the lady with the Marge Simpson beehive hairdo, the man with the yellow fluorescent vest and the deputy mayoress show up at the gate. They have had a town council meeting . Did we know that as EU citizens we were eligible to vote in next years mayoral elections ? They stay for a glass of champagne. '' I really shouldn't " says Madame mayor , giggling, when offered a second glass. Bob and Sophie look on in silence. Sophie goes around plaintively resting her chin on every ones knee but quickly decides that there are no sausages to be had. The PON siblings wander off to create mayhem in the orchard.
Back from our early morning trip into town. Madame Bay is in the kitchen with two great grand daughters. She is dancing to the theme tune from that movie about the pet whale. One right leg darts out at a thirty degree angle, taps three times, then is retracted. Then it's the left legs turn. The great grand daughters clearly think Madame Bay is the best dancer in the world. At the end Madame Bay does a pirouette. Bob has a quizical look on his face that seems to say '' Blimey ! " .
We discover Bob likes bananas. The clue ? Two carefully masticated banana skins , the fruit removed, on the kitchen floor.