Thursday, February 1, 2018

Hubris.


Grey skies stop us from seeing the super moon. However, there is a consolation prize. The moonlight shining through the low cloud casts a glow that paints the plane trees along the lane white. From the drawing room window it looks as though the lane is covered in a vault of limestone tracery. The owls, who sit in a line on the tree by the gate, have a whale of a time. Nothing like refracted white light for vole hunting. The voles may disagree.

Sophie is in the dog house. Last night 'The Font' cooked a cauliflower, some broccoli and a cabbage for the dogs to have with their kibbles over the next couple of days. The cooling vegetables were put on kitchen paper then left out of reach on the kitchen counter. Sophie, standing on her bionic back legs, managed to use her front paws to pull the kitchen paper towards her. She then used her teeth to pull the warm vegetables onto the floor.  Everything, down to the last crumb ( and some of the paper towel ) was devoured. You'd think that by now we'd know that protracted periods of silence from Sophie means that she's up to no good.


Bob gives his sister a morning kiss. This is a daily routine although why he does it is a mystery. His sister shrieks.


French breakfast radio informs me without a hint of irony that President Macron is Master of the Universe. This is a view that is not shared by the local farmers.


On our way to buy the breakfast croissants I look out of the car window  at the devastation from yesterdays farmers riots. The motorway toll booths are still closed and there are two riot police vans on duty. Today the farmers have moved their blockade to the south of Toulouse.


We make it to the little fancy cafe by driving on the back roads. The PONs get a quarter croissant to share. Bob gives me a look that says '' I knew this would be the best day ever ".


America is a sunnier place than Europe : https://i.imgur.com/vYpbh.png

And the older I get the more amazed I am by new discoveries : https://www.sciencedaily.com/releases/2018/01/180130094713.htm


Let history be our guide : https://twitter.com/AlfDubs/status/958699219484803074




20 comments:

MOPL said...

Does Mlle Sophie shriek " oh boy germs, yuk"?

WFT Nobby said...

The sunshine map is illuminating. I have five American friends in Washington State and who are coming to join me in Scotland for a cycling trip in May. They believe that what they perceive as a dull wet climate in the Pacific NW is similar to Scotland. I shall send them the link...
Cheers, Gail.

Taste of France said...

How did such a small stomach manage to hold so many vegetables?
The clouds arrived here a few hours later, so we managed to see the magnificent moonrise.

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
Oh, Mlle Sophie, I fear there will be consequences for the air quality in the ROF for a day or two... can't believe you had any space left for even a sliver of croissant! Hugs and wags, YAM-aunty xxx

Coppa's girl said...

YAN-aunty has a point - perhaps a few windows open - just in case, but it's good to note that Sophie is nothing, if not resourceful ! Perhaps she'll teach her oaf of a brother the same trick and then they needn't rely on you to feed them.

Anonymous said...

I imagine she isn't feeling in the least bit guilty.
x

Sheila said...

No more excuses like 'I just don't have the ability to learn foreign languages.'

ScrapsofMe said...

Oh dear, time to leave Sophie outside for much of the day. I hope the trip to the cafe wasn't too stinky.
Bonnie

rottrover said...

My thoughts exactly

rottrover said...

On the weather map, The part of the world I live in looks like burnt toast! That explains the wrinkles!

Angus said...

Her shriek is more of the ' My brothers an oaf ' variety.

Angus said...

Edinburgh airport in the summer with all those Italian holiday makers unpacking their bags at the carousel and putting on everything they've brought with them in a vain attempt to keep dry and warm says it all.

Angus said...

Sophie must have starved in the litter. She's certainly making up for it now. Her ability to eat is deeply psychological.

Angus said...

Amazingly no wind but a clear indication this morning that cabbage/broccoli/cauliflower is not a 'low residue' diet.

Angus said...

Sophie is equally happy eating raw broccoli or cauliflower.

Angus said...

Guilty ? Sophie ?

Angus said...

No longer thanks to the folks at George Town.

Angus said...

An absence of smells. Her stomach must be cast iron.

Angus said...

Guess that means you don't live in Scotland.

Bella Roxy & Macdui said...

We think Sophie shrieking at the kiss, is probably the reason for the kiss.