The Friday evening rugby match played in heavy rain. A full crowd. From the preponderance of single fathers accompanied by lively male offspring we can assume that many family holidays have got to that '' They're your sons ! You look after them ! " stage.
The little van with the chimney is doing a roaring trade in XL Rugby Burgers. Bob looks hopeful but is told dinner will be waiting when we get home. He sighs. Another of those canine ' into every life a little rain must fall ' moments.
The French are very keen on comic books. Anglo-Saxon parents do everything they can to stop their children reading comics. Here it's considered high culture.
On the road to the rugby stadium a sign informing us that the inventor of the steam engine was French. How stupid of me to think it was James Watt.
While her brother has been out gallivanting Sophie has been in the garden. She looks dishevelled and grumpy. That unmistakable ' And where do you think you've been ? ' face.
'The Font' has been overseeing the downloads for the new computer. They all fail. The joys of linking state of the art technology to a fifty year old copper telephone wire.
And here's a little bit of canned happiness to start off a new month