The electricians show up at eight to repair the electrical cables the builders inadvertently damaged. '' We'll need to lay a new cable to the barn. The old one's shorting out " says the chief honcho in a jaunty tone of voice. Laying a new cable means digging up the driveway. This is something the PONs find fascinating.
To enable the electricians to excavate 'unhindered' we head off to the cheese mongers.
By the time we get to the bakers Bob and Sophie have decided this is the best day ever. A mechanical digger, mud, morose lads to Throw Furry Fox , slivers of cheese and now choux pastry crumbs. All this and it's not even nine thirty.
The baker is making chocolate Christmas Tree decorations. Each branch weighed down with tiny marzipan baubles. They are intricate, delicate and eye wateringly pricey. We politely decline.
Back at home 'The Fonts' hard drive dies. The computer signals its unhappiness by starting to 'click' uncontrollably. The young lady in Bangalore who is called on to sort it out is not hopeful.
Bob spends his evening in the kitchen observing 'The Font' make a chicken curry. There is nothing on the planet that exudes happiness like a PON supervising the preparation of dinner.
Just another day with two happy dogs in deepest, deepest France profonde.
Tomorrow the tree will go up. It should have been up already but the lights have been lost. Each year they are put away in a place in the cellar so obvious they couldn't possibly be overlooked. Hmmm.
And here's something that's as Scottish as it gets to hum along to : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=evMruRh-Hxk