Sophie has fully recovered from her 'indisposition'. ( We're leaning towards a dead bat being the cause of the theatricals ). This morning she picks up her harness, carries it into the hallway and drops it on the ground. In case I've not fully understood that it's walk time she then sits and glares at me. That full on PON ESP treatment.
The little market town is hosting a science summer school. One of the worlds leading mathematicians arrives and takes a seat by the door of the cafe that serves coffee that tastes like liquid rust. He's wearing an electric blue cravat. One of those pieces of neck wear you thought had died out in 1860. He's clearly a flamboyant mathematician, if that's not a contradiction in terms. He proves to be quite famous http://www.newyorker.com/tech/elements/cedric-villani-france-famous-mathematician-birth-theorem
Sophie makes it clear that as she didn't have dinner or a bedtime treat she should start the new day with a double helping of kibbles. She is disappointed. She is even more disappointed to discover that her brother won't share his breakfast with her.