Ebbed a bit ?

You'd think that at the age of six the PONs enthusiasm for starting the day might have ebbed a little. Not a bit of it. A day of high adventure awaits. Bob leaps into the back of the car. His sister objects. Bob gets down. Sophie gets up. Some things never change. All of this is done at a super fast pace.

At the bakers a hard choice. A big cake or two small ones ? We opt for the big chocolaty one. There are choux pastry slivers for my shaggy companions.

The 'Angus' beef looks very fatty. Instead we opt for some fillet for dinner. The PONs are given a taste of hamburger. This is gratefully received. Bobs tail hasn't stopped wagging since he woke up. Can this be normal for a dog ?

As the sun sets after a long day the PONs take up their spots at the front door. Bob lies awake on the stoop mulling a second Brexit referendum. Sophie settles down in front of him and is soon asleep. Her sleep is interrupted by a high pitched rasping noise. The village tikes have been given a drone to keep them busy. This alternates between hovering and swooping as it makes its way from east to west across the village. 

Dusk at The Rickety Old Farmhouse. Everything is quiet bar the sound of snoring coming from the family diva and the hornet like buzzing of the drone. The tikes have two weeks of school holiday in which to hone their drone flying proficiency. All is well with the world.