Wet and cloudy. With the number of Covid cases in France still rising we decide to alter our morning routine. We skip the cafe and opt for the drive through bakers instead. This is the first time we've done this.
Dog and master enjoy our morning croissant in the car park. Angus moves to the passenger seat and Sophie sits on the tarmac by the side of the car. We chat happily away although to passers by we must appear a bizarre sight. Angus pulls a muscle in his neck while trying to take a photo of the croissant and cup of coffee. The older you get the fewer things you can do in a car without straining something. Sophie finds the car park to be a place of great interest. She think's she sees a rat under a bush. This is a cause for a head back, tail high squeal. Before this can be confirmed Sophie is attached to her lead and 'encouraged' back to the Volvo. The croissant is a lackluster 6/10. Although far from flakey it still manages to produce crumbs that cover the seat and the carpet.
A quick detour to the fancy greengrocers. We're the first in and the first out. Angus notices lemon flavoured yogurts. They don't seem to be selling.
The greengrocers shelves have that first thing on a Monday morning empty look. There are however masses of radishes.
Back in the village 'The Font' has found four rather sad looking sunflowers. The breakfast table enlivened by what are truly the last of the summer crop.
So starts a Monday morning amid the strange routines of a pandemic. Sophie of course is ignorant of human concerns - she's just determined to get on and enjoy life.