Last night Sophie had hake for dinner. Today, she will also have hake for breakfast . The fish was bought for dinner last night but after checking it 'The Font' decides that it's alright, but not great. A word will be had with the fishmonger. The fishmonger is a man in the next village who has a cousin with a boat in Arcachon. He visits his cousin twice and week and sells whatever has been landed that morning. Usually the fish is pretty good - his cod and langoustine are trawler fresh - but hake might not be his thing.
The weather forecast indicates that this will be the last of our perfect mornings for a week or so. A rain bearing front is due in from the Atlantic. The freezing temperatures will be a thing of the past with the temperature set to rise back into double digits. Strong winds are also forecast.
After a long walk across country Sophie discovers there is nowhere quite as warm and comfortable as the back of the car with the tailgate up and the morning sun streaming in. The perfect place to dose.
There again the tartan bed ( toys determinedly discarded to make space ) is the perfect spot for a serious nap. As all PONettes know ' Be governed not by the tyranny of the urgent but by the elevation of the important'.
French song of the day - listened to while collecting the breakfast baguette. Don't think this will be in the US charts anytime soon :https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FrzNo65aTqw