One of those cold, damp mornings when every leaf in the garden wants to stick to your muzzle.
After a trip to the cafe and the greengrocers life seems rosier.
Big brother finds destuffed pink squirrel in the rose border and charges off with it.
After a slow start it's shaping up to be the best day ever.
The phone line plays up. Service ( never wonderful at the best of times ) becomes even more temperamental. France Telecom promise me they'll get someone out within 48 hours. '' That of course doesn't include weekends " adds the service engineer helpfully.
A man from the power company comes to wash the street lights. He has a small truck with a hydraulic platform on the back so he can raise himself up to bulb level. The PONs watch on in engrossed silence. Apart from rural France I've never seen anyone wash street lights . The village has a population of 67 and 20 street lights. This must give us one of the highest street light to population ratios in the world. The mayor, it must be said, is very keen on street lights as a sign of 'modernity'.
Day 2 of Advent : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sSnigBO5lOQ