Monday starts 'vocally' with the discovery of an intruder in a flower border. When it comes to C-A-T-S Sophie is not an adherent of the 'live and let live' school of philosophy.
The Monday morning tour of the village is accomplished at speed and with a sense of purpose bordering on the theatrical.
This sense of purpose is still evident during our start of the morning visit to the bakers for curly croissant ends.... and in the exploration of the shopping centre car park afterwards. Two ducks are chased .... ineptly.
The greengrocer hasn't restocked after the weekend. We've moved Sophie onto carrot slivers as her 'in between meal' rewards. This morning, horror of horrors, there are no carrots to be found. The greengrocer promises to have them back on the shelves tomorrow. I ask him if their absence is something to do with the lack of delivery drivers - a problem that is causing supermarket shelves in the UK to go empty. Nothing that exciting. He simply hasn't got round to ordering them. The two remaining carrots in the fridge are going to have be carefully doled out.