Bob and Sophie enjoy a quiet fifth birthday. There is chicken for dinner. This alone would mark it out as one of the best days ever. The presence of a large absent minded tabby cat that wanders into the garden in the late afternoon seals the deal. What better way to celebrate than sitting at the bottom of an oak tree with a c-a-t in its branches ?
The shoe shop in the little town not only sells and repairs shoes it also makes keys. The owner doesn't think that this combination is in any way unusual. The PONs and their master go to collect some keys. Opening time is 10:00. At 10:30 we give up waiting for him. There is always tomorrow.
It's windy. Sophie finds a sheltered spot in the sun for a restorative mid-morning doze. Big brother stands on his stump seat to guard against passing tractors. The tractor drivers wave at him. Head on into the gale Bob is looking decidedly unaerodynamic.
This morning 'The Font'' heads off to London at first light. The French lady oil company executive signed a new lease on the rental flat in October. She has used the three month break clause in the lease to announce that she and her company are returning to Paris because of the uncertainty surrounding Brexit. This is a tedious development. The agent has found a new tenant - a Chinese family who want to move in asap - but would like a Chinese style kitchen installed. No one is quite sure what this means. It conjures up images of flaming woks. We shall soon find out.
Snow in the Sahara yesterday. http://mashable.com/2018/01/09/sahara-desert-snow-fall/#GNCVvb1MtkqH