Sunday was cold and windy. Bob and Angus nestle in a corner of the rugby stadium out of the wind. Bob falls asleep over my feet. The local team amble amiably up and down the pitch. The visiting team does the same. It is a ' low excitement ' event. At half time the young fireman and the young gendarme from Saint-Etienne come over to greet Bob. He is not particularly taken with either. Jaffa Cakes might have improved his social interaction skills.
This morning The Old Farmer is up early. The '' star '' that has guided generations of pilots coming into Toulouse has suffered from metal fatigue. He's up early repairing the damage. A more tasteful but smaller replacement star has been found. '' My wife loved Christmas '' he informs me. '' I talk to her every morning and every night '' .
Melodrama rules this Monday morning. Bob leaps into the back of the car and sits in Sophie's place. There is a 'diva' moment.
Bob gets down, Sophie hops up. She sits in her place. He clambers back into his. Cosmic karma is restored.
Sophie has a piece of carrot caught behind her teeth.
Her master removes it.
Bob is surprised, as he is every morning, by the presence of horses in the field at the crossroads. He stops and stares.
'Limited Edition' orange and lemon After Eights appear at the delicatessens. Angus wonders if this innovation for innovations sake is what happened before the Roman empire fell. ' The Font ' isn't sure that mint and lemon After Eights count as Gibbons style decadence.
Zebra lemons in the greengrocers. Unsure of what they are we buy two.
Some Christmas week Berlioz : https://youtu.be/hOL_No6Z7Hw?t=151