The argument.

Brighter and warmer.

The PONs are fighting fit and game for anything.

A mix up at the Salle des Fetes. A local granny is being given a 'surprise' 85th birthday lunch by her family. A quiet decorous affair.

The local hunters haven't bothered to check whether the village hall has been booked. At 2.30 they show up with three deer carcasses which they unload in the middle of the village green. The hunters expect to be able to use the kitchens to dismember them. The granny's family soon disabuse them of this notion. Angus is amazed at the virulence of the language. It would make even an inhabitant of the White House blush. When the French want to be rude to each other they take it to a level that Anglo-Saxons simply can't emulate. There is a 'heated exchange'. The grandmothers daughters give as good as they get.

The hunters finally pick up the carcasses and head off in convoy. They have the air of a group of mad as hell men who've just been out to vote for Roy Moore. They are not happy which perversely puts a smile on Angus's face.

The PONs are frazzled. They can smell the deer blood and hear the raised voices and the braying of the hunting dogs in the back of the hunters vans. I've never seen Bob and Sophie so agitated. Both of them seem to be able to sense violence. They remain on tenterhooks all afternoon. I call them in - they want out. When out - they want in. So it goes.

'The Font' returns. Bob and Sophie immediately shuck off the days worries. There is an 'emotional' reunion. Sophie is asleep by 9.00. Her brother does a last check of the house and then also heads off to bed. After we turn in he heads downstairs to be near his sister. His tail thwack-thwack-thwacks against the furniture as he goes.  Normal service has been resumed.