Recycled tablecloths.

We're the first ones up in the village. It's hot and although early, uncomfortably humid. The PONs think it's wonderful. Bob chases pigeons . Sophie hunts for guano. I explain the word Covfefe to Bob. 

After a forty minute walk we're back home by six thirty. The PONs rush through the gate into the courtyard. As I'm just closing the gate a baby deer, probably two days old at most, appears on the lane. At first I think it's a small dog. It's wandered away from its mother who follows it out of the tall wheat, sees me and panics. She kicks her back legs and quickly retreats. Baby deer, after an eternity of indecision that must have lasted all of five seconds, leaps over the drainage ditch and follows her back into the safety of the tall stalks.

In the chocolate shop a pile of small woolen sacks. They're for a christening. Little 'Eric' is being confirmed in the church on the 10th. '' Everyone who attends will get a chocolate memento. It's a very French tradition " says the fifty something Goth lady behind the counter. For good measure she adds '' It's a tradition that's both charming and correct ". The French are very keen on things being 'correct'. This morning the Goth lady has forsaken black and is clothed from head to toe in white lace. The lace sun hat a particularly memorable feature. There is something about a grown woman in thickly layered white lace that is ever so slightly unsettling. Angus has a sneaking suspicion she may be wearing recycled table cloths.

Wild mangoes from India and Colombia in the greengrocers this morning.Can mango aficionado's tell the difference?

Cheddar, for the French that most exotic of foreign cheeses, makes it back onto the supermarket cheese counter after an absence of three months. Will it still be on sale after Brexit  ?

The Japanese do things differently : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIh15Ptymyg