A dry start to the day after a week of heavy rain. The ground soft and springy underfoot. For one awful moment I think Sophie is about to leap into the village pond. Thankfully, she is content with merely glaring at the frogs.
On our way home we spot two hooded figures. They are setting up a theodolite outside the town hall. The man with anger management issues is claiming that the German billionaire has built a wall that has encroached a metre onto his land. The hooded figures have been sent by the court to verify his claim. The oft delayed court case between Anger Management Man and the billionaires builder is set for next week but with 30,000 cases of the virus reported in France yesterday and with Toulouse in virtual lockdown a further delay can be expected. From the shouting that drifts across the village late at night we can assume these delays are causing an additional degree of stress for our angry neighbour.
In the greengrocers Halloween treats and a display of seasonal gourds appear. There comes a point in the year when time just puts its head down and charges towards Christmas.
Angus discovers that there is such a thing as hazelnut flavoured yogurt. He inwardly shudders in horror.