Nougat from Montelimar.

Decidedly chill now. We eat dinner outside but both of us wear an extra layer. The year turning to a new chapter. Bob and Sophie are enlivened by the cooler weather. There again they seem to be enlivened by any and everything.

At the market a new arrival - a nougat stall from Montelimar. Bob looks at me expectantly. I explain how expensive dental work is. The Moroccan family with their multi-coloured baskets are standing morosely looking at the passers by. Their migration to warmer climes must be imminent.

Sophie stays at home to prepare roast lamb. 'The font' has started a Mandarin course. This involves making 'mad person' noises into speech recognition software. Sophie seems convinced this bizarre behaviour is for her benefit. Bob heads off with Angus to the Sunday morning rugby match. The local team wander down one half of the pitch and the visiting team amble up the other. The visiting team composed of farmers in their early thirties suffering from what might politely be described as 'a thickening at the midriff '. This does nothing for their speed. Bob says hello to the young fireman and the thick necked gendarme from St.Etienne. He then falls asleep. We buy a lemon meringue pie at the bakers on our way home. He gets some slivers of choux pastry.