Monday, October 5, 2020

Not quite revolutionary.

Six thirty and it's still dark. In a couple of weeks it will be time to change the clocks. Despite everything 2020 is just racing by. Sophie has her harness put on and sits exuding fidgeting impatience while Angus laces up his shoes. It goes without saying that the weather outside is cold and gusty. Sophie's enthusiasm for a long walk is rather greater than mine.

On our return home she is towelled dry. Sophie loves being towelled dry. Her tail wags and she makes strange little yodelling noises.

We head off to the drive thru bakers.  This mornings croissant a lacklustre 6.3/10 ( although Sophie ranks it as a 13/10 ) .

We sit, Angus on the tailgate, Sophie under it, and watch the rain fall off the bean trees in the car park.

In the greengrocers the first of the Panettone have arrived. A reminder of Christmas on a cold, wet, blustery morning.

Life in near lockdown in deepest, deepest France profonde.

Not quite as revolutionary as it has been made out to be. This treatment is already being used, to good effect, in UK hospitals :

This could only be French :

The French dog charity advert :


Lisa in France said...

I wonder if you are sitting on the tailgate in order to avoid getting crumbs in the new car (which is far nicer-looking than your description led us to expect). Too bad about the croissant in any event - it does sound as though the driver through bakers may turn out to be consistently mediocre. I saw my first sign of Christmas today as well - the trees along the street through the area where I work are lit up every year in a beautiful display, and I noticed this morning that the trees on one side of the street now have their lights in place (although they won't actually be turned on for another month or so). The French dog charity ad is very disturbing and made me angry, of course, but I also found myself thinking that this kind of ad would only work in a country that has a certain level of seriousness.

Yamini MacLean said...

Hari OM
Oh those autumnal mornings when one feels the earth breathing deeply, sighing as it prepares to sleep... YAM xx

Taste of France said...

After-effects of Alex? We have blue, blue skies this morning. And very chilly. The cold seems early. I recall trick-or-treating here without a coat.
Your parking lot shot is beautiful. Looks like a park, not a parking lot.
Bad croissants are inexcusable. All the calories, none of the pleasure. What's the point? Is it really that dangerous to step in, masked, to a good bakery? Even amid unmasked heathen hunters, the interaction would be but momentary. I wonder, as we continue lives more or less as normal, except for the band of fabric over our faces and the antibacterial bénitier at the entrance to every establishment, whether we are showing Swedish sensibility or recklessness. My cousin in Chicago, not yet 40, hasn't been out of her house since March, except to buy a few things not more than twice a month. Everything else is delivered. I think that's nuts. Also nuts: people who keep getting together with extended family, each of whom keeps seeing their friends and family--in other words, no restrictions and no masks.
Meanwhile, as a podcaster put it, I hope the orange fool doesn't die because I want him to lose.

Angus said...

The cost centers keep on reminding us that we are at an ' at risk ' age. How irritating ! We've also come to recognize that 80% of outbreaks are down to 20% of the population that are superspreaders. Avoiding places that are hot, enclosed and where fellow citizens are talking within five or six feet of you for more than 4 or 5 minutes should be avoided. Weve not stopped going to bakers but we're skipping those with long slow lines and staff that think mask wearing isn't for them ( the type who wear the mask under their chins ). This link is a pretty good insight into how we're adapting -

Angus said...

Or in this case deeply absorbing the water that continues to barrel down

Angus said...

Thankfully we went in the big Volvo this morning. Sophie can sprawl out in the back and there's plenty of space for her to sit under the tailgate in the dry. The tailgate routine is a way of stopping crumbs working their way down the side of the gear lever. We may not do it again on a wet rainy morning - too damp !

WFT Nobby said...

The first photo is wonderful - the effect so three dimensional.

Allison said...

The google docs doc is very informative, especially about indoor air and its possible risk to a person. In the south western US we don't have bakeries like France, so there is no temptation to queue in an enclosed space.

Hailey and Zaphod and their Lady said...

Mine both hate being towel dried.