A country life in France
More from the Crooked House
When we bought a load of handmade furniture from some local Brits who were selling up to return to the UK (yes, I know, folly in the extreme but we all make personal choices) amongst the pieces was a little bureau. I haven’t made best use of it so far and it has so far been a simple repository for “stuff”. We recently moved the location of the bureau in our sitting room (to make
Regular readers may recall that one of my ways for dealing with Lockdown has been to have a weekly Date Night. The planning, preparing, shopping, cooking, and finally the eating of a three course (or more!) meal has added structure to my weeks and the effort has occupied my time and speeded the weeks along. I hope that it pleases, to know that the Crooked Man and I are still dating on a Saturday night.
Having been terribly slack about keeping my Lockdown v2.0 diary up to date, it is now time to make a few notes. I have been busy blogging away elsewhere so will have something to look back on in the future. The French PM spoke to the country last night and although the news was not the best that we had all hoped for, we do now begin to see an end coming. Lockdown v2.0 finishes
Nature is red in tooth and claw and nobody knows this better than a person that shares their life with cats… At 4 am today there was a thud, followed closely by another thud, and another. It sounded curiously like a rather fat cat pouncing on something. “Has Dusty brought some prey in?” The Crooked Man went to investigate. Dusty had indeed brought some prey in and when he saw his dad, he let go
Shops are now open to sell anything on their shelves and we are no longer restricted to purchasing whatever some government official has deemed to be “essential”. We popped out to The Shed yesterday as I needed some parcel tape to package up some things that I need to be posting off. We had to hunt, it wasn’t in the Stationery section, but we eventually found it in the DIY area. It’s not of great
Nell and I went for a walk this morning. It was a gorgeous day but we ended up by not going very far. The Crooked Man had gone out and I was expecting a parcel delivery. Plus, I was finding it hard going. Not feeling on top of my game right now. Possibly a touch of “Keto Flu”? I’d like to think so, but honestly haven’t been working hard enough at it to have got
Where do all these yawning gaps come from? Aha – this time I have the answer – I have been busy updating Scattered Thoughts! After a couple of very long posts, time and energy were lacking for coming here to write and as little else had happened other than a shopping delivery or two, it seemed unimportant.Also spending far too much time at Facebook, which I am trying to give up but it keeps on
Nell’s excessive drinking and urination have ramped up considerably. Hence I was outside at a little past 2 am this morning, by which time the car was already covered in a sparkling frost. On the 6 am toilet run, the world was looking fairly well white all over (as viewed through the window from my bed, that is). When we first came house-hunting around here there was snow on the ground (apparently a once in