Bob starts the day with the suggestion that we may want to spend a little time playing '' Throw lamb on a rope ". Lamb on a rope has been hidden in the rose border for an occasion like this. To an outside observer ' Lamb ' looks a little the worse for wear but not to soul mate Bob who carries it proudly in his mouth.
Into the little market town. In the heavy rain the Sunday morning market is an uninspired affair.
We get settled into the cafe by the empty Haagen Dazs store for a cup of coffee and a bowl of water. Our peace and quiet is disturbed by the arrival of a lively young Spaniel. Bob is eager to greet this new arrival. Sophie looks at the Spaniel in a way which makes me clip the lead onto her harness. Coffee and water are drunk quickly and we venture on our way without incident. When going out with Sophie you never quite know how the spirit will move her. Warm and welcoming or furious and feisty ? Today, thankfully, she has tended towards the warm and welcoming.
Four types of pineapple in the greengrocers. I tried one of the boat shipped cheap ones last week. It was inedible. The French ones ( from some Pacific colony ) are the most expensive but are delicious.
Back at home Bob gives his sister a Sunday morning kiss.
The locals have never known a winter with so much rain. We're lucky . Up North it's worse. Only 3 hours of sunshine so far this month in some of the big industrial cities : https://www.theguardian.com/world/2018/jan/19/aint-no-sunshine-winter-darkest-europe
