The mayor is out early watering the plants on the village green. All this pre-dawn activity in readiness for the 'Beautiful Village' judging on July 3rd. He's hopeful that the village will re-gain the second rosette that it lost ten years ago. We're greeted with a cheerful 'Bonjour'. The PONs wander over to see him but thankfully don't sit on the petunias.
There is a combine harvester hard at work in the field beyond the orchard. The lightning and heavy rain that were forecast somehow passed us by. Our local farmers are rushing to bring in as much of the wheat as they can before the next mountain storm sweeps down towards this little corner of paradise. Bob watches the large machine in spell bound silence then comes over to tell me that there's an intruder close by.
His sister joins him. Sophie is not convinced that I've understood that there's a monster in the field throwing up clouds of chaff. She bravely leads me over to the hedge so that I can see for myself what's going on. Satisfied that she's done her duty she lets out three barks before turning and heading into the house for breakfast. A PONs work is never done.
Into the car for the morning trip to the bakers. For lunch a mille feuille for Angus ....
..... and something ( supposely ) light and fruity for The Font.
Croissant portions for the PONs.
That latest craze - hand spinners - make there way into the window of the local mobile phone shop. A reminder that not even deepest deepest France profonde is immune to what's going on in the rest of the world. Angus has no idea what you do with them - which is another sign he's turned into his father.
Amazing and beautiful photo :
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They are called fidget spinners and they do nothing but spin. I know a small boy.
Thank you for this although I'm still not entirely sure why you would want one.
I think it was very brave of Miss Sophie to confront the monster.
Toodle pip!
Bertie.
These things turned up just in time to be banned at school before the end of academic year.
When we toured the local market Saturday with a guest, she found a fidget spinner on the ground and handed it to the first kid she saw. The boy was stunned, and then the family followed us warily around the market, perhaps wondering when the other shoe would drop.
Hand-spinners? Another "must-have" for poor beleaguered parents to buy, I suspect !
It must be a relief to know that Bob and Sophie are well aware of the monsters invading your little corner of Paradise. You and 'The Font' can sleep easily in your beds. Pity you can't send Bob out to de-threaten them.
Brave is one word for it. Although it would have been braver if the barking had not been conducted from behind my legs.
Thank heavens we no longer need to keep abreast of every teenage fad. A benefit of getting older.
These ones only appear to be 7 euros which makes them an affordable fad.
Saw my first spinner a few weeks ago, I guess someone is making a fortune out of them.
Fascinating NASA photo and article, especially as I grew up in the middle of this region.
Thanks to you I’ll recognize a hand spinner when – and if – I see one.
The spinners are rife here....even saw a sweet biscuit recipe to make edible spinners. Schools have had to ban them in the classrooms. We're hoping for a little much-needed rain here, today.
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