doggies

Still no Internet access. But in ten days time, apparently it'll all be sorted. So I am doing this at R's office, clandestine style.

Switzerland is full of dogs, especially small ones, and owned by ladies of a certain age. They even make the news. The headline of today's local paper: Dogs Killed in Local Park. And there are horrid little signs outside supermarkets that say things like "Mistress says I must wait outside while she buys my dindins," underneath a picture of a dachshund. This is really funny, as the tone of many signs aimed at humans here is "Do this immediately or go to prison."

I am enjoying myself more, though, generally. We went up a mountain at the weekend and saw marmottes. So I am quite partial to small furry creatures myself.

Emma seems to be enjoying baby rice, what bits of it manage to get in her mouth. Making a big mess is the fun part, at any rate.