The schools started again today. The little lane suddenly alive with traffic. The farmers in their white vans, the young garagiste on his motor bike and the gentleman in his large green Toyota with the excitable Westie in the passenger seat all wave as they pass by. The morning rush hour lasts from 7:45 until 8:00. At 8:00 the woman with the four year old twin boys hurtles along the road driving with one hand while combing the boys hair with the other. She's followed thirty seconds later by the school secretary in her mustard coloured Renault. After that silence.
Lots of fallen branches around today. There was a brief but ferocious thunderstorm at one o'clock. The whole house shook and the rain was torrential. Usually, thunderstorms amble down from the mountains. This one just arrived, unforecast, lasted three minutes with a peculiar intensity and was then gone. Bob and Sophie slept through it.
Bob and Sophie spend much of their day at the front gate monitoring the comings and goings of the school buses. The tykes are not happy at going back to school. They drag their satchels on the ground behind them and look sullen. The smaller of the two rattles a stick against the metal bars of the gates and whistles. To make triply sure that the PONs are annoyed he also goes ' woof-woof'. Bob and Sophie are spurred , as they are every school day morning, into a flurry of activity.
All those little things too unimportant for a diary but which make a dogs owners life - a dog owners life.
Einstein writing to Marie Curie about 'trolls'. Plus ca change : https://www.brainpickings.org/2016/04/19/einstein-curie-letter/