If mud and wet fur are an indication of happiness then Sophie is enjoying life to the full. This morning she decides to roll in a puddle. I look on in horror as she squirms ... and squirms... and squirms until her coat has absorbed as much water as it can. A fully wet PON is at least double the weight of a dry one.
After a thorough toweling dry we head off into town. A voice from the infotainment system informs me that the cars fuel tank is now only10% full. As if that's not enough a light on the dashboard flashes, intermittently, to prompt me to do something about it. Filling up the tank costs an eye watering £105. I won't let it get that empty again any time soon.
I am the only customer up and about at this time of the day. The party animals have gone to bed and the commuters haven't set off from home yet. The man behind the petrol station cash desk is clearly keen to see someone. In the ninety seconds it takes to pay he provides his personal take on a) UK inflation in the 1970's b) the price of filling up the Volvo ( He helpfully informs me that - ' My first car cost less than that ! ' c) the profits made by the oil companies d) the need for more investment in the economy and e) the pros and cons of holding the World Cup in Qatar.
It's windy and overcast but mild. It's not exactly dry but at least it's stopped raining. At the cafe the lady behind the counter looks at Sophie and says 'Goodness !' . This is not a compliment.