Sophie has a new orange haired 'political' toy kindly sent from Atlanta. She contentedly savages it.
Her oaf of a brother is not allowed near it.
The two tykes start practising their trombones at ten in the morning. Their father has bought a third hand mini bus to transport the ever expanding family. 'The Font' wonders if this purchase is a sign that the mother is pregnant again. The man with anger management issues has his eleven year old son staying. The eleven year old has been bought a hover board. He hisses past us on Sophie's trip to the village green. Sophie is unimpressed and shows it ... or more precisely voices her displeasure. The eleven year old spends his day hovering over the village speed bump.
In the afternoon the two tykes stop their tromboning and race their motor bikes up and down the lane. They do wheelies. The bikes don't have silencers. Anglo Saxon parents would be apoplectic. 'The Font' decides the father must be of the ' Why worry? There'll be another one along in a minute ' school of parenting. In the evening the tykes and their father let off rockets behind the Salle des Fetes. The father drinks beer and chain smokes. Bob is alarmed by the rockets. Sophie savages her orange haired friend through them.
Blogland is a window into many esoteric and charming places . This is one such place. The translated line 'Angels often appeared to men under the old law' is a beauty : http://aclerkofoxford.blogspot.fr/2014/12/e-word-is-geworden-anglo-saxon.html
A toe tapping golden oldie with a really clever 'hissing - screeching - whooping' sound ( which Sophie loves to howl along to) on the backing track. :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ht80uzIhNs