Someone has set up a 'New Years Party ' mannequin in the supermarket. It commands pride of place by the cash tills. A spot where three year olds can look at it and develop phobias while their mothers load up the shopping trolley.
The invitation to Chateau Opulent said 'black tie'. Our Muscovite host greets us in white tail coat and trousers with matching shirt and shoes. A red cummerbund and bow tie enliven the ensemble. A memorable combination.
We were supposed to go in the big 4x4 but at the last minute Angus can't find the keys so we go in the Skoda. The security men read our invitation closely. Very closely. They look at Angus in a way that suggests they think he's here to serve the canapes.
The weekends wet weather has been replaced by bright sunshine and frigid temperatures. Minus 10 this morning. Something in Bob and Sophie's DNA considers this to be prefect weather for doing pretty much everything. They come in for lunch and again for dinner but spend the rest of their day outside - digging, barking at passing tractors and basking on the wooden garden table.
Through the day Sophie sports her '' Cold ! You think this is cold ? " expression. Bob is too busy chasing invisible things to sport any expression other than that of unalloyed happiness.
Just another day in deepest, deepest France profonde.
This clever albeit a little unsettling : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vhg7Xm4FXAY