The tree is up ! and Christmas song #12.

This morning Sophie's 'bangs' are near perfect. Outside it's cold and chill and misty. The PONs love it. Let's hope it clears up for the young garagistes wedding at eleven.

We're early at the bakers. No cakes at all this morning. Being early has one advantage - the croissants are still warm from the oven. The PONs are doubly grateful for warm croissant slivers. When he finishes Bob emits a tiny sigh.

We toy with the idea of going to Jerusalem for a few days - a place we've never been to.  'The Font' thinks it might be fun to stay here : https://www.americancolony.com/. The kennels can take the PONs for three nights next week but the return trip is a nightmare. It would require flying at four in the morning. By the time we've allowed for check in, security and the drive from Jerusalem to Tel Aviv airport we'd have to check out of the hotel at midnight. The killer is a six hour layover in Frankfurt for the connection to Toulouse. Seems the PONs routine will not be interrupted.

Angus puts up the eight foot tall Chinese artificial Christmas tree which comes fitted with six hundred pre-installed lights. These seem to have some form of installation malfunction that makes them flash on and off, violently, in rapid succession. 'Goodness' says 'The Font' when observing this remarkable design feature for the first time. 

Sophie sniffs the tree and soon gets bored with it. Bob, by contrast, wants to become intimately involved in its decoration. He is 'encouraged ' outside before he can run off with the baubles.

Christmas song #12 . A very Danish affair : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hIYzU-6HNB0