Post rush hour.

Yesterday, Sophie had the hair round her eyes trimmed. A PON that can see is a PON that doesn't throw herself , howling, against the gate when the post lady comes.

This morning you wouldn't know that her hair had been carefully trimmed. In fact you wouldn't know she'd received any grooming attention - ever.

We wait for the morning rush hour to pass - the young garagiste in his little Citroen with the raspy exhaust,  4 old farmers in white vans, the school bus, the late running doctors secretary and the multi-tasking woman who brushes the hair of her two six year olds as she careens along the lane. After they've gone Sophie and her master get in the car and set off for our morning coffee.

Wild garlic flowers for sale in the greengrocers.  I would ask if they were grown locally and what they're used for. However, this is one of those mornings when there's no one about apart from the irritable cashier. The fierce ' she who must not be spoken to ' woman.

And here, in a strangely addictive video,  are some Polish men standing in a field singing . As good and as cheerful a way as any to start a new week :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mNPKBmQ-1go