Biscuits.

On our morning walk we see a large fox, a weasel and a calf that's escaped from the barn and is enjoying the fresh grass in the orchard. Bob barks at the calf but decides not to chase it. The calf seems quite unconcerned.

Add to that the crispy end bits from a croissant and you have the makings of the best day ever.

This mornings cake selection lacklustre.

The PONs are doing their best to cope with the activity in the house. Aude, the bi-polar decaratrice was here all day yesterday. She brought biscuits of the crunchy variety. These were gratefully received. The full gang are expected to return later this morning. 

The cleaning lady is also expected. 'The Font' saw her yesterday to see what's happening with her car. The garage is waiting for a new wing to be delivered. In the meantime she's driving around in a little Peugeot 305 courtesy car.

Winter mayhem on I-95. A tired surgical resident on a back to back shift heads to the vending machine for a Snickers. He's asked to look in on an old lady. She's alone, uncertain, sometimes awake, sometimes confused but wanting her hand held and her favourite hymn sung. A white coated stranger with an atonal voice, a smile and a black eye from a weekend rugby game sits by her. A tender stroke of the brow while she's told how very beautiful she is. What are the chances of finding a grandson of the manse who would know the words of this  ? Serendipity for a long journey ?  https://youtu.be/pIAyz00jtmA  

And here's another I-95 medical story : http://www.philly.com/news/philadelphia/pete-the-groin-crusher-pennsylvania-hospital-20190102.html