In the Salle des Fetes the mayor, the mayors wife and the deputy mayor are busy setting out the Grande Guerre exhibition. They have drawn the curtains so their work will be uninterrupted and unobserved.
He's had a yogurt with his breakfast kibbles and now he's going off with 'The Font' to the dry cleaners.This is a PON boys dream. He can combine his role as guardian with that of jovial companion.
When Bob gets overjoyed he suffers from 'directional' failure. This morning, in the knowledge that a trip to the dry cleaners is on the cards, his front legs go in one direction, the rear ones in another, the tail waves maniacally and the region between front and back legs wiggles with delight. He finally makes it to the car.
May all blog readers have a day which contains the excitement of a trip to the dry cleaners.
I am lucky and have a fuss free wardrobe. No ironing or dry cleaning is needed at chez Q.
The fence around the war memorial is truly horrible, in a country of such beautiful things you think someone could have made a more beautiful or simple design.
The yogurt whiskers made me smile. At first glance I thought Bob had a clump of grass in his mouth.
Perhaps the fence will improve with age. I don't understand why it's needed at all.
I would want to cry every time I had to look at that fence :( Why didn't they use a small vintage-looking iron?? Wish I could work up a bit of PON enthusiasm for the errands I need to run today :)
In the first picture, the lighting on the Church is glowing. I hope Bob and Sophie’s readers in California are safe from the raging fires.
Perhaps when the wood ages and mellows down ?
Quite who designed it is a mystery.
The best that can be said about the new fence is that it's robust.
California is having a bad week.
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