Everything is back to normal at The Rickety Old Farmhouse. Everyone goes to bed at a sensible hour, meals are quiet affairs, there is no one watching '' Seattle Snowmageddon " on the Horror Channel and the PONs get their regular walks at the appointed time.
Blue skies bring with them a heavy frost. Sophie trots along the lane on the look out for decapitated shrews that the owls might have discarded. Her brother lags behind. He loves to roll on his back on the icy grass. I finally give up trying to hurry him along. This morning is a 20+ rolls in the grass morning.
The village quiet as only a French village can be. Woodpeckers hard at work on the trees behind the village hall, arguing Goldfinches in the hawthorn thicket and pigeons cooing contentedly on the roof of the church. A cat is sunbathing on the still warm bonnet of an old Ford Fiesta van at the horse farm. It looks disinterestedly at the PONs who fail to notice it.
We receive a dinner invitation from a Palo Alto couple in London. It is a bizarre ( could only be Palo Alto ) thing and concludes with the lines :
Please note that anyone wishing to stay and watch the Super Bowl will be more than welcome, even Patriots fans. And yes, we will be watching the American transmission, including the commercials. There will be ten guests for dinner. Vegetarian, vegan, gluten free and dairy free options available on request.
The '' There will be ten guests for dinner " line leaves us bamboozled. Have they opened a restaurant ? Is this a way of signalling that there will be other people there ? What happens if you don't want to watch the Super Bowl ? Should we start to offer vegan, gluten free or dairy free options to dinner guests ? '' How extraordinary " says 'The Font' in that tone of voice that lies somewhere between '' What is the world coming to ? " and ' What a peculiar invitation '.
Sophie segues back into her routine by digging for moles.