Sunday, December 1, 2019
Sophie's trip to the rugby match lasted forty minutes. She liked the hot dog caravan but was less keen on the crowd ( if you can call thirty a crowd ) and was decidedly unimpressed by the half hearted shouting. She sat in stony silence when introduced to the local team. The young sapeur pompier and the gendarme from Ste Etienne treated with icy disdain. Sophie is returning to normal. Although the rugby was a partial success it proves that ' a busy bee has no time for sorrow '.
A cold piercing wind this morning. Our break of day tour of the garden conducted amid a blizzard of falling leaves. In its own way this is quite remarkable.
The squeaker in the ginger furry rabbit continues to emit its blood curdling screech. On most toys the squeaker gives up or is destroyed within minutes. Not with this one. Someone at Guangzhou Dog Toy Factory No 16 clearly has a thing about dog owners. After our pre-dawn tour of the garden Sophie signals that she is ready for a bout of throw the furry ginger rabbit.
Off to the cafe. The croissants aren't ready yet. We have to make do with a chocolatine. Getting chocolate free pastry means that Sophie has to have slivers torn off the top. She seems more than happy with this equitable arrangement.
In the local paper an article about a new restaurant specializing in Japanese style Sushi Rolls. Angus, perhaps cynically, wonders how much test marketing has been done on the residents of deepest, deepest France profonde.