Sunrise. A black C-A-T has been sleeping on the logs in the wood store . Sophie picks up the scent and is out of the house in hot pursuit before you can say ' Bingo ! ' Despite - or perhaps because of - her titanium knees Sophie can move at a remarkable speed. The black C-A-T is quicker.
It goes without saying that our start to the day is accompanied by an 'enthusiastic' sound track. It also goes without saying that any villager trying to get a long uninterrupted lie in is less than delighted.
The bakers wife isn't on duty today. The baker appears from the kitchen with a two year old round his neck and a gaggle of others following on behind. His front of house presence coupled to the absence of his wife usually indicates that a new arrival is on the way. In this instance it might be better to say yet another new arrival is on the way.
A hint that the bakers family routine is out of kilter is the lack of cakes on display. I opt for an Opera and a Caramel eclair for me and Rhum Bhaba and a raspberry tartlet for 'The Font'. The latter will of course be tasted, the word 'delicious' mouthed and then the remainder pushed across to me to finish. Angus will then follow up with the redundant question ' Are you sure you don't want the rest of it ? '
$100,000 a year at Taco Bell. I'm not sure I've ever been in a Taco Bell. Denny's- yes; Taco Bell - no. It was nonetheless something of a surprise to see this article : https://www.bloomberg.com/news/articles/2020-01-09/taco-bell-offering-100-000-salary-amid-mounting-worker-shortage