The days much shorter now. As Angus sits and puts on his shoes Sophie wanders upstairs to find out why he's taking so long to get ready. We do a tour of the garden , in the dark, at six and venture out into the village when it gets lighter at seven thirty.
The radio informs us that due to climate change - heavy rain in the summer after heavy frosts in the spring - French winemakers will produce 29% less wine in 2021 than they did in 2020. That's a lot of lost wine.
The Rickety Old Farmhouse is drifting into its autumn routine. Lavender harvested, dahlias and roses are trimmed. The C-A-T that seems to have adopted us slumbers upstairs during the day and on the downstairs terrace at night. The field mice are trying to get into the boiler room to hibernate so C-A-T is kept busy.
Sophie clambers up onto the garden table to enjoy the morning sunshine. To do this she first clambers onto a bench then steps up onto the table. Quite something for a lady with two metallic knees. She settles down for a lengthy 'napette'.
Angus has lost his fancy watch. He put it on yesterday morning but by bed time it's gone. Slipped off on a cross country walk with Sophie ? Down in the local market town he picks up this specimen for the grand sum of E25. The strap is made of a silky form of plastic that is alarmingly comfortable. Only when he gets it home does he discover that the strap is also patterned. 'The Font' thinks its so gauche it's almost stylish.
Does this mean a walk in the same footsteps the next outing in search of lost item? Meanwhile, replacement does the job - if in somewhat more gauche manner! YAM xx
It can only be a matter of time before the C-A-T sneaks inside one morning, finds your bedrooom and presents you with a mutilated field mouse...
Bertie is probably right Angus, though it may not necessarily a mutilated field mouse - it might be a couple of starving tiny kittens, like our visitor did to us! What would Sophie have to say to that?
Unless you really need your fancy watch back, the gauche replacement will probably be just as good at telling the time.
Cute kitty, maybe Sophie can find tolerance for the critter that won't be herded. A fun watch,
I hope the good watch is not truly lost, but just temporarily under the car seat or somewhere similarly safe. So hypothetically, IF the residents of the ROF were going to refer to the diligently hard-working black and white C-A-T who is saving them from great peril with a name, what might that name be? Purely hypothetically.
(To continue EAS's comment), not "C-A-T," we hope, although that might be an improvement over "Chat," given where you live.... Re your watch, if you re-trace your steps and come up empty-handed, a quick word to Mme. Bey that you've lost it and will offer a reward for its return might send the village tykes and teenagers on a hunt.... We have seen the village pull together, in a crisis. Enjoyable photos, today, as always.
I also think C-A-T deserves a name. :)
So glad you've acquired seasonal mousing services! The watch is tres hip!
What would be even sweeter is if the C-A-T sneaks in TROF one morning and presents Sophie with a field mouse!
If the walk doesn't find your watch, perhaps buying a metal detector could be the start of a new hobby for you and The Font. Who knows what you would find, apart from Sophie's bionic legs, during your daily adventures!
Plus you could keep Loic happy for hours searching for buried treasure around your garden.
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