Le jour de Paques

We woke to a beautiful Easter morning here in deepest France Profonde. On the morning walk with Wilf and Digby a sudden rain shower crept up on us from an otherwise cloudless sky. It soaked 'the font', the boyz and myself to the skin in a ninety second downpour- the four of us scurried along the lane laughing at our unpreparedness . On the way back Wilf and Digby zigzagged back and forwards seeking out every puddle and rivulet to scamper through - the muddier the better. The boyz unfettered joie de vivre is a reminder to enjoy lifes pleasures when and wherever you can find them.

When we finally got home the local farmer was feeding the two cows across the lane .He took one look at these dishevelled figures marching towards him and helpfully said that showers on Easter Sunday mean we're in for a long hot summer. You heard it here first.

Wilf's behaviour continues to cause some concern. His coat is silky, his gums red, his appetite voracious, and his playtime skills undiminished. He spent a happy half an hour playing the 'biff' the swing game yesterday afternoon. Yet somehow he seems more lethargic , almost langourous. His little brother managed to sit on him last night - an action that he usually ignores with elder sibling magnanimity but which elicited a quite uncharacteristic hint of a growl. It's one of those situations where there's nothing you can put your finger on but something says keep an eye on him. The thought of a visit to the vet over the long Easter holidays is entirely academic.

To all of you thank you so much for your comments and a Happy Easter to one and all.