Impatience gives way to exasperation as Sophie waits for Angus to find the car keys. The family diva opts for a quick nap while waiting for her master to get his act together . Before closing her eyes she emits an irritated ' Let me know when you're ready ' harrumph. The PONette is a creature of routine and she intends to keep it that way.
This morning the car covered in a light coating of yellow Saharan sand. It's thick enough that I have to use the windscreen washer. The winds heading up from North Africa are pushed high over the Pyrenees and then fall and dump their cargo of sand on us.
En route to buy our breakfast berries we listen to the radio. Some French generals have said there will be a civil war if the country carries on its current path, the number of daily Covid cases has eased back slightly to below 30,000, and the British Prime Minister ( all things British being a source of amused consternation to French radio ) lost his temper in parliament over allegations he bought $1,000 a roll wallpaper. Nothing about when lockdown will be lifted.
From the New Yorker :https://www.newyorker.com/science/elements/the-challenges-of-animal-translation