Our usual Saturday morning pandemonium. There are collar doves on the lawn which must be chased with a whoop and a holler of excitement. A large hedgehog, curled up in a ball, pricks sensitive noses and occasions howls. It is picked up and carefully placed on the other side of the fence. The little wrens have started nesting in the wisteria. Their backwards and forwards activity infuriates Sophie who shrieks. There are Coots on the village pond. Three tiny little black things follow their mother into the safety of the water lily's. Tomorrow I'll try to catch them on the i-Phone.
Upmarket Easter Eggs appear by the greengrocers check out till. Angus is finding doing without wine ( bar half a glass of Burgundy with dinner ) remarkably easy. Doing without chocolate is altogether more difficult.
The first of the local melons.
A hugely disappointing display at the bakers.
A 6.7/10 for the croissant which looks good but doesn't taste like croissant. Bob and Sophie think it's wonderful. There again Bob and Sophie remain consistent in their view that almost all human food is wonderful.