Can it be ?

 

New Years Day. Here in deepest France profonde everyone is having a lie in. That does not include the village PON owners who have been informed that it's time to get up. It also doesn't include the Manhattanites who want to know what's happening in Iran and what people think of Josh Hawley.  Snow is forecast for tonight and there's that peculiarly clear light that always heralds the arrival of a blizzard. The wind is piercingly cold.  Sophie's coat seems to have grown another two inches overnight . She is oblivious - to the point of being disdainful - of these frigid conditions. 

For the family diva today is a time to enjoy a leisurely stroll along the lane taking time to sniff every tree and greet the goats and geese. Her human companion is wearing no less than seven layers but is chilled to the marrow. Sophie is told to hurry up. She feigns clinical deafness. Why shouldn't a girl enjoy a saunter in a gale ?

Back at The Rickety Old Farmhouse, Sophie is hoisted on to the table for a quick  grooming. Within ten minutes she'll look as if she's never been near a brush in her life. That default benign neglect look . Inside the house sheets are brought out in readiness to cover the carpets in the hallway should it start to snow.

What fun ! This is how dogs see the New Year :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XuxC0SEN8gY

A start of 2021 thought for those brave souls who have more than a pandemic to worry about :https://twitter.com/HannaLiubakova/status/1344028989288030212

Here's an Irish version of the Scottish song linked to yesterday. The accent isn't quite right but it's close :https://youtu.be/W_6Vs8pADrQ?t=127

When this is behind us PONette and owners will head here, our favourite restaurant bar none,  to celebrate :http://troisgros.com/page_troisgros_le-restaurant