In the groove.

Life with two lively Polish Lowland Sheepdogs gets back into its usual rhythm.

The day starts with two tail waving companions making it clear they'd like to head off along the lane.

Sophie stands on the storm drain and glares at the donkeys in the field below. The young garagiste passes in his small souped up Citroen with the raspy exhaust. Shortly after the farmer in the green metallic Toyota, with the manic Westie standing by the back window, passes going in the other direction. Bob and Angus sit and discuss Amazon and Microsoft and what Bill Taylor's testimony really means. For our mutual sanity we avoid any mention of Brexit.

Shortly after Sophie discovers that her brother has  headed off in search of tantalizing scents.

She follows on behind. When he gets too far ahead she stops and howls in frustration. Sophie is of the determinist  behavioural school that believes that screaming is the best way of asserting control over your surroundings .... or your brother. Bob looks up briefly to see what all the fuss is about then carries on with his olfactory investigations.

The Old Farmer has returned to check on the house. He's won a weeks holiday in Turkey. Seems that he entered a phone competition, answered three questions correctly and voila ! he and his lady friend have an all expenses paid holiday for two in off season Anatolia. He mentions the name of the resort but my knowledge of Turkish beach resorts is limited. ' We'll be flying direct from Toulouse ' he says before adding ' Breakfast and dinner are included '.

So starts what is quite likely to be the best day ever .... by far.

Who knows ? Later this morning there may be some of Madame Bays air dried tripe.