Not done in silence.

There's a gale blowing outside. Winter has arrived. The angelic duo wait patiently for their days excitement to begin.

The roof tilers are back at work on the Salle des Fetes. Madame Bay says that the village hall is to undergo a major 'upgrade'. This will take four or five months - the exact timing left somewhat vague. It is to be hoped that the hole in the ground lavatory will part of the 'upgrade'.

Down in the little market town the letter box to Father Christmas is still in place and lit. In France the Post Office is required by law to reply to all letters sent to Santa Claus. Special official postcards are produced for this purpose. There are those who think this quaint. Angus, who notices that the price of stamps has just gone up by 7%, thinks there may be better and more efficient uses of the Postman's time.

Another seasonal tradition. The supermarket has put on display its collection of stuffed animals. A particularly ferocious badger shows its fangs over the meat counter. 

In the afternoon the PONs play ' Throw the Furry Fox ' along the hall. This is not done in silence.

It's a very  uneventful and very wet day in deepest, deepest France profonde.