Schools start back today. As we return from our morning walk the two tikes and their elder sister are standing by the war memorial. The sister is texting on her phone and is oblivious to the world. The two tikes do a fair representation of Louis XVI on his way to the guillotine. They clamber onto the school bus in head bowed silence. So ends four months of unexpected freedom.
Sophie heads off with Angus to the cafe in the square. This mornings croissant looks the part but is a lacklustre 6.5/10. We discuss the John Bolton book which has been reprinted, in part, in the morning papers. The waitress brings over a bowl of water and puts it down. No sooner has this happened than an amorous Jack Russell makes a beeline for Sophie. Sophie makes her feelings plain - very plain - she's here for croissant not adventure. The family diva emits an almost silent, but explicit, growl from the back of her throat. The Jack Russell, wisely, retreats. Nothing but nothing gets between a girl and a curly croissant end.
We head off to the really good cheese shop. The young lady behind the counter tells me that 5% of the customers wear masks. ' We had so few cases here people don't think they're at risk '. She adds that those who do wear masks are ' your age '. Angus passes over this comment in silence.
This morning we opt for a red ferocious looking thing for 'The Font'. It's a Boulette d'Avesnes which the young lady says is strong. It sounds ideal. Angus wouldn't go near it with a barge pole but 'The Font' will love it. 'The Font' also loves pickled herring. He also orders some Brie de Melun. Sophie , after her interlude with the Jack Russell, is rewarded with a sliver of Salers.