Monday, January 27, 2014
Happiness is a choice that requires effort at times.
The road into town closed due to flooding. Three council workmen in green overalls putting out 'road closed' signs by the race track. They move very slowly. They are clearly not Monday morning people.
We can't get through to the cafe on the market square. We can however make it as far as the bakers on the road above the church. " I've not seen you before " says the woman behind the counter. This makes it sound as if she has a policy of only selling to regulars. She then asks if I'd like my croissants well done or just so ? Angus isn't sure how to respond to this request. Faced with my uncertainty she smiles in much the same way as she might smile at a young child and puts two 'so so' croissants in a brown paper bag.
Heavy rain, flood waters, and mud. By the time we get home Sophie is having a bad hair day. Bob's nose is covered in river mud. One of those days when the attractions of short haired dogs become ever more obvious. Sophie continues to appear with pieces of floor tile. Despite an hour on our hands and knees we still haven't been able to find their source. Sophie is of course far too canny to let us catch her in the act.