A perfect choice.

Bob is quick off the mark. He liberates 'Lamb' and is out of the door before his sister is fully awake. To make sure she knows her place in the hierachy he does a tour of the garden with 'Lamb' clasped firmly in his mouth. A protesting , and now fully awake, Sophie follows along behind.

In the little market town there is time for a quick run through the park before it gets too hot. Bob christens the bushes. His sister finds a small dead bird. She gets her own back  on her brother by trotting along with this hideous thing clamped firmly in her jaws. Angus removes it from her as the PONs clamber into the back of the car. For such a small thing the dead bird emits quite an odour. It goes without saying that in PONland this gives it a value beyond measure.

Having been stupefied by the Brexit vote the French papers are now turning their attention to America. There is a sudden sense of fear that the US electorate may emulate the surprise given by their fellow Anglo-Saxons.

Three days of 110 degree heat forecast. The angelic duo now cram their days events into two slots. The morning six to nine thirty slot and the eight til eleven slot in the evening.

Ouwith these hours they're largely indoors. Bob rug surfs. Sophie prefers to spend her day gourmandising in the kitchen.

In the afternoon , while the dogs sleep, we go to a concert in the cathedral. This Schubert piece was amongst those played in memory of the victims of Nice. A perfect choice. Here it is.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X88LRjJ4Ois

The last line of this has been written by a dog owner :

http://www.bbc.com/news/uk-england-lincolnshire-36814706