I spent much of yesterday in trying to automatically post Instagram uploads from lapetitemaisontordue to this blog. My idea was that as I now have to carry my phone (with my digital Attestation upon it) that there is some sense in taking photos with it as I walk around and then not have to sit and sort through a camera card when I come home. I thought that perhaps it might keep this blog more
We arrived home from Provence yesterday, on the day that France imposed stringent movement restrictions (known by many as a “lockdown”). We did not quite get home in time for the midday curfew, so we had our movement certificate duly filled in. There was a major lack of food in the house, given that we emptied all cupboards and turned off the freezer before leaving on our long winter trip at the end of October.
I really am a poor blogger these days, aren’t I? Sorry. The notion that I would keep a Nature Diary here soon fell by the wayside. A pity, that. Perhaps I will try again next year, The thing is, we packed ourselves up and wandered off in the van again and when we came back we were, for various reasons, at a low ebb. Energy has been lacking and especially the mental variety. I am
Having chosen to live in France, I try hard to live French. I really do not want to be that Brit – the one that moans how they can’t get such-and such in France or that some-other from the UK is better… Certainly, in my humble Brit opinion, there is so much here that is better than back in Blighty. Bread and butter for one two things, for instance. However, I do have a beef:
I said in my last post that (amongst others) one of the things that I needed to add to the house was a living room rug. Tick that one. I gave much consideration to the rug; whether to buy something that I really love or something cheap and cheerful to make-do with. Make-do won. So long as we have a muddy Border Collie coming and going, it makes little sense to buy something precious. She
Oh, dear, I do not do well with these resolutions to keep matters up to date, do I? When last I wrote here, it was a year since we first viewed the property – and made the immediate decision to commit to buying. Today presents another 1 year Anniversary, as it is 12 months since we actually took possession of the keys and moved in. Initially we only rented but we do tend to count
Since we moved into the Crooked House in mid-April, the hot weather has been relentless. We have lived mainly on salads and bread and cheese. Attempts to use the cooker have resulted in failed dishes (it’s a really rubbish oven!) or an overheated kitchen and a very hot and cross cook. It feels like a very long time since I have done any serious cooking. The weather is cooler now and we are more acclimated