Everywhere we go we seem to have three-legged animals following us.
In London we have our nemesis the three-legged cat called Cider which hops past the french doors and torments Agnes on a daily basis.
In Le Rouret, we have a three-legged dog (well, to be honest he has all four legs but can’t use one) who lives across the road and hops up and down outside our gates. He’s a lovely dog but appears to have been run over by his slightly alcoholic owner who bombs along the road each day. I’m not sure the two little Chihuahuas who have moved in recently will survive long.