My fault.

 

Sophie waits in the car while Angus goes back inside to get his Covid travel permit. When he returns she is sporting that unmistakable ' Get on with it look '.  

We're still using the big car. The dog car has developed a major problem. I'm not exactly sure what it is because the mechanic speaks with the rapidity of a tobacco auctioneer. The gearbox and the engine will have to be removed. I have to ask him to repeat the story three times before I can piece together what's going on. The rest is impenetrable. The dog car will be off the road for another week. He says this is 'unusual' in a way that somehow hints that I'm a foreigner and that it's my fault.

Sophie is  in one of her 'vocal' moods. She has taken to 'yodeling' which seems to be a character trait of female PONs. Certainly none of her male predecessors ever yodeled although they would happily hold long conversations with themselves ... and each other. 'The Font' thinks Sophie is allergic to silence and this is her way of dealing with it.

After a trip to the stream, a tour of the village and quick detour to the local store for a bottle of milk the family diva settles down in front of the house for a scratch and a nap. This is for the best as her hair hasn't become any more manageable.

The first Christmas link and a reminder that outside London life has a different 'pace' :https://twitter.com/scottygb/status/1332413579404972032

Something v beautiful in this photograph of Times Square :https://www.peteturner.com/