A 'black tie' window display on the shopping street makes me laugh. Black tie with a leather jacket with astrakhan collar or with a white woolen jumper are all the vogue in rural France this year.
We stop at the fancy bakers. Mrs.Baker is in a good mood. Teething is now safely behind her ( and the baby ) and she has rediscovered sleep. This has done wonders for her outlook on life. We buy a raspberry sponge. Bob gets given the end of a malformed ( and therefore unsaleable ) croissant. His tail goes into overdrive.
Bob gets taken to the rugby match then has a long walk down to the little waterfall for some inept fishing. Just enough exercise and activity to take his mind off things. He watches some Sunday afternoon visitors park their cars and head across the churchyard to the swaying Jesus . The wind is blowing at 40 mph and has set up a gentle, almost imperceptible, rocking. The visitors quickly go. The Metacam the vet prescribed for Bob on Saturday seems to be having an almost immediate effect on him and the discomfort seems to be easing.