Monday, August 24, 2020
Last week there were on average 2 cases of the virus recorded in our deeply unfashionable departement. Over the weekend the numbers have risen to 30 a day. A reminder that the virus should be treated with respect.
The recent thunderstorms have replenished the little stream. They've also made the path down the hill decidedly guttery. Sophie's 4 wheel drive gets her through the slippery mud rather more rapidly than her master. Every so often she turns to urge her companion to keep up.
By this stage of the year the blog should have been full of visits to far away places to see family and friends. 2 trips to DC and visits to Edinburgh and Tokyo all delayed. Instead life has fallen into a gentle routine of walks, shared croissants and 'put the world to rights' conversations on the storm drain.
On Thursday the little VW, which has always suffered from some sort of electronic demon, decided to go to a new level of electronic weirdness. We've got used to the sat nav giving us directions to pizza parlors in Wolfsburg. Now, the safety systems have taken to randomly signalling the arrival of the apocalypse. Buzzers buzz and bells go tring-a ling at unexpected moments. 'The Font' finds this disconcerting. So does Angus. 'The Font' thinks we should get a small Volvo to go with the big one. Angus thinks this may be a rather Swedo-centric view of car purchasing.
Angus explains the situation to Sophie. Today we're sharing our morning croissant in the cafe with the audacious sparrows. The croissant is unedifyingly dull - 6.6/10 - but todays cake selection hints at better days to come. Angus is not so sure about the strawberry and plum combination so we leave without making a purchase. Sophie thinks this is lunacy.