It pours with rain. Heavy rain.
The PONs having got soaked to the skin on a pre-breakfast tour of the garden are toweled dry.
They come to the kitchen with that 'what are you going to do to entertain us' look.
At the greengrocers a delivery of girolles.
They come from Russia. This is the first time there's ever been a Russian product in the greengrocers.
Late on Sunday night the farmer in the grey Audi 4x4 rings the bell at the front gate. From what I can understand ( his accent is impenetrable ) Loics mother remains in hospital. It seems Loic is diabetic ( something we didn't know ) has collapsed, been in a ward for a night and has now been driven home. Instead of taking him to the sheltered housing the ambulance men have bizarrely taken him to his mothers empty house. The farmer adds '' You have such great vitality. You'll know what to do ". Angus has no idea what the French mean when they say 'you have great vitality' but is pretty sure this is a polite way of saying ' you deal with it '. Calls are made to Monsieur Bay and the mayor. They can navigate their way round the French social safety net more efficiently than foreigners ever could. A complicated situation becomes more complicated.
Here's some violin music by a little know composer : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NXG1sZGly3g