The face of mischief.

Out for our morning walk. The young garagiste rushes by in his 'boy racer' Ford. The school secretary follows soon after. Then it's the woman with the two six year old boys. She's holding the steering wheel with one hand while trying to brush two hyper-active tousled heads with the other. While Sophie searches for badger poo Bob and his master discuss Mr.Trumps claims that he has been treated more unfairly than any politician in history. Angus tells Bob about the Roman Emperor Valerian who was captured in battle,  made a slave, used as a foot-stool, forced to swallow molten gold and then for good measure skinned and stuffed. Bob ponders this tale in silence then looks at me as if to say ' Blimey ! That's unfair ' . 

After our morning walk the PONs carefully drag all their toys out of the house and scatter them across the garden.

In the greengrocers two women are rummaging through a pile of cherries. They find ones that are to their liking and pop them in their mouths. The women carefully spit the stones into the palm of their hands and drop them back among the fresh cherries. Angus finds the women's behaviour intensely unhygienic but being a foreigner says nothing. We pass on the cherries.

A quick trip to the bakers. The baker is in one of his uncommunicative moods. No choux pastry crumbs for the PONs.

Back at home the PONs get given some carrot sticks. Bob grabs his and rushes outside. He sees the back of the car is open and leaps in. A place to eat a carrot stick without being bothered by a permanently hungry sister. The face of mischief. The camera on the i-Phone barely quick enough to catch the male PONs look of delight .