Sophie was given a thorough grooming yesterday. You'd never know it. She was also given a mud removing face wash. How easily that last sentence is written. How difficult it was to put into practice. There was much squirming and a variety of new and experimental 'unhappiness' noises.
A trip to the river followed by a long search in the grass verges for badgers poo can run riot with a girls hair. Sophie adopts a ' Who cares ?' attitude to such details.
The weather forecast called for rain and gale force winds. It turns out to be sunny and is now expected to reach 28 degrees later in the day. Usually we're the only ones on the cafe terrace but this morning there's a smattering of brave souls enjoying this last, late taste of summer.
Todays croissant is more than passable but lacks the 'zing' factor. I'd reckon it's been out of the oven for a good hour and has started to lose some of that je ne sais quoi of croissant excellence. I'd give it a 7.9/10. Sophie is, as always, a more positive judge of croissant quality. She gives it 12/10 for taste but 1/10 for serving size. In a better ordered world the entire croissant, and not just the curly ends, would appear in front of her. There's always hope for tomorrow.