Bob is happy. There is no surprise in this. Bob is always happy.
Sophie is also happy. Demonstratively so.
The source of the PONs happiness can perhaps be traced to the fact that Loic has shown up to blow leaves. The PONs follow on behind him leaping in and out of the piles as they go. Thanks to the noisy leaf blower Loic is gloriously oblivious to the shrieks of delight emanating from his two canine companions.
Loic is going back into hospital on Monday. The matron of his home will drive him there in her car. '' I must be at the hospital by eight '' he informs me with a serious frown . He'll be there until Friday afternoon for more tests. The French Republic looks after Gods happy ones well. Loic tells me he will have a room to himself. It seems the nurses are kind and they give him ice cream with every meal. '' If they put a tube down me I get extra ice cream ". His mother is in a ward at the same hospital but he doesn't mention this.
Bob and Angus head off to the picture framers. The framer has made a frame for our Roman saint. It is decidedly un-Presbyterian. Bob explores the back of the framers workshop.
On the way back home we see a truck hauling a large catamaran on its trailer. The boat sticks out a good metre on either side. Can it be legal ?
The Beaujolais Nouveau has arrived in the supermarket. They have a rose version. This must be a new development. We are not tempted to buy a bottle.
At the cafe Angus gets a croissant which he shares with his furry companion. Bob gets a bowl of water which he slurps. This noise makes the girl behind the counter laugh. She brings him some choux pastry crumbs. I tell him he's a charmer with the ladies. None of the other patrons seem to think it unusual that a foreigner is talking to his dog. Or, if they do, they don't show it.