The air is cool and the ground is wet. It's a day for doing nefarious things in the garden.
Bob starts the malfeasance early.
Sophie soon joins in.
Sophie is mightily pleased with herself. Her paws are soon caked with mud from excavating mole hills.
Someone has scattered large nails on the road by the roundabout. It goes without saying that one punctures a back tyre on the 'Loonj'.
By the time I notice the tyre is flat and the rim beginning to buckle. The emergency replacement is put on and a hasty trip to the garage for a new 'pneu' hastily arranged. This is the third time we've had a puncture in as many months. Bob displays great interest in the process of tyre replacement.
A quick side trip to the supermarket. This morning Angus is intrigued by the unusual sight of a woman in a day glo hoody trying to wrestle a large pink unicorn down from its position on top of a pile of boxed toys.
A quiet day demonstration wise. The protesters at the roundabout are sitting by a fire they've lit in the '' share a ride " car park. A small tent city has been set up. They ignore us as we drive by on our way for the morning croissant. Pity the poor French president. How do you deal with a nationwide protest movement that has no leadership or organization and which started off as a campaign against higher gasoline taxes but has now segued into a nationwide expression of discontent ? Solutions on a postcard to the Elysee Palace.
A forgotten American holiday : https://earlyamericanists.com/2014/11/25/the-story-of-evacuation-day/
This indomitable lady went venturing to horizons new last night. Her son posted this in memory of her. She was a codebreaker at Bletchley Park in the 'dark days'. You may have to be British to understand the annoyance she feels at being called old and the silent brevity of her response. They don't make them like this anymore : https://youtu.be/Qk4PxpW7yVY