Warmer this morning. Minus two. Bob and Sophie roll over and over in the frost covered grass. Loic phones to say he's not feeling well and won't be with us this week. I tell him the PONs will miss their friend. He laughs. Not just any laugh but a laugh that tells you he thinks this the funniest thing he's ever heard. Later the matron of his home calls. There have been some problems with the diabetes medicine and Loic has been getting very tired. Hopefully, normal service will be resumed next week.
Sophie spends the early part of her morning digging for moles. She then hops into the back of the car in readiness for her trip to the bakers. From the safety of her spot on the left she watches Bob hurtle towards the car ( and her ) at breakneck ' I is an acrobat ' speed. He leaps in and looks mighty pleased with himself.
Unbidden, the attractive young lady at the cafe brings over a bowl of water and a half croissant for the angelic duo. They are fussed over. Bob beams. Sophie has more of a ' cut the chatter and give me the food' attitude to this approach. Angus has to pay for, collect and carry his coffee to the table. Two raspberry cakes are ordered for lunch.
In the greengrocers something very exotic. I'll put money on it still being in the same place next week.
So starts a new eek in deepest, deepest France profonde. It's probably going to be the best week ever.
You can study the brain but the mind is much harder to pin down . An interesting NYT obituary : https://www.nytimes.com/2017/11/30/obituaries/jerry-a-fodor-dead-philosopher-of-the-mind.html?module=WatchingPortal®ion=c-column-middle-span-region&pgType=Homepage&action=click&mediaId=thumb_square&state=standard&contentPlacement=3&version=internal&contentCollection=www.nytimes.com&contentId=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.nytimes.com%2F2017%2F11%2F30%2Fobituaries%2Fjerry-a-fodor-dead-philosopher-of-the-mind.html&eventName=Watching-article-click