Much activity at the cafe under the arcades. The gentleman with the maroon metallic motability scooter is reading aloud the front page of the local newspaper. An unusually subdued beer and absinthe crowd is listening intently. It seems that a suspected cannibal has killed a 90 year old man in a neighbouring village. The murderer cooked the victims heart and liver and ate them with some white beans that he found in the fridge. At this point there is much tutting and shaking of heads. The lady in the blue dressing gown, red pom-pom slippers and hairnet raises her pre-breakfast glass of Pelforth to her lips and exclaims loudly " White beans ! Whatever next ! ".
For Bob and Sophie a quiet day. Loic the gardener spends three hours blowing leaves into piles. Bob and Sophie spend three hours scattering them back across the lawn. The post lady, still complaining about the onset of winter, arrives at the gate. Bob and Sophie race over and bark at her. In the afternoon a variety of large holes are dug in the driveway. Sophie takes the lead in excavating while her brother watches. At twilight a group of Parisian pilgrims, staffs clattering on the tarmac, provide an unexpected source of amusement for the PON duo.
