Bob wakes me at 5:37 by sticking a cold wet nose in my ear. Knowing the bedroom is out of bounds he then retreats through the dressing room and lies on the floor in the hallway where his tail goes thwump-thwump-thwump.
His sister, who has been sleeping ( and snoring ) inelegantly on her back, is having a flat hair day.
The village odd job man has refused to deal with the weeds in front of the church. '' I'm too busy with the strimming and grass cutting " he informs the mayor. There is to be a wedding this weekend. At the rate the weeds are growing the bridal party will need a machete to hack their way through to the church porch. A 'supplementary' allowance will be negotiated. It seems the swaying Jesus has recently developed a rather more noticeable lean.
An air conditioning malfunction in the greengrocers. The chiller cabinets are pumping out cold air which condenses as dense fog between the counters. Angus doesn't linger too long in case he develops hypothermia.
So starts another day in deepest, deepest France profonde.