A country life in France
More from the Crooked House
When we were house-hunting in France, the Crooked Man was certain that he did not wish to spend his time doing DIY. All of his tools and materials were sold when we left Orkney and we picked the Crooked House as one that had all of its major works done and was immediately habitable. We could have bought far cheaper and had some work to do but we wanted our freedom to travel. The fact
Just a quick nature note for future reference. Another warm and sunny day today, with a fresh breeze. I noticed that the daisies are springing up everywhere, J’s tulips are shooting and now almost 5 cm high, and I saw my first wall lizard of this year when I was hanging out today’s washing. The birds are very active too. Dusty has been snoozing on the laptop again and it took a while to restore
We have been away on a couple of trips in the van, so that partly explains radio silence around here. Either side of trips away there has been packing and unpacking, both of which are lengthy and time-consuming rituals requiring domestic drudgery and really not worth talking about. The other explanation is a growing list of Draft status posts that I found time to write but somehow never got posted… …but I am back, albeit
Still not locked down but it cannot be long in coming now. The planned reopening of Restaurants etc. has been set back from 20th January until “at least” mid-February. There will be a further Press Briefing this evening. After a protracted spell of cold weather, which became so cold that Dusty appropriated my chair, with its hand-knit Colinette throw, instead of his own – and I had to find elsewhere to sit… I now have
Fog and frost today. Very cold, quite miserable, and last night we received the first request to save power, with some potential for power cuts today. I don’t believe that we shall be affected by a cut here but wondering whether or not it is my civic responsibility not to run the washing machine… Unconcerned overall regarding power cuts as our heating comes from a woodburner, I have a hob that runs on bottled gas
I am trying very hard to maintain a daily blog habit, even if that means splitting posts between here and Scattered Thoughts. The challenge remains however in that there is so little to write about. Today has been typically empty. We took the dog for a walk and the Crooked Man has been practising on his drums. The day has been chilly, though not quite as cold as of late, and damp. It’s grey, with
This hiatus always annoys me. Can we please get the 6th over and done with and then return to normal? We have been out and about, mainly doing bottle bank duty and then making the most of being out of the house by calling in at the supermarket. Learning Point 1: Shopping on 2nd January is largely a waste of time. Learning Point 2: Shopping on the 4th January is largely a waste of time
There was snow this morning but only a light dusting and not even complete coverage. Today’s bottle bank was in Adriers. We added in a trip to the Pharmacie to refill a prescription and to seek information on Dental Services (I have broken a tooth or lost a filling, uncertain which.) Then we popped into the garden centre, in an unsuccessful search for some wellies, and on to Intermarché. We are now fully divested of
Here we are, on the cusp of the year. It’s been a funny one, all told, but one in which I have been grateful that we chose to live here, of all the places that we might have settled. Throughout the pandemic, our Region and our Department have featured at the lesser end of the virus scale. At present our Department, Vienne, is one of only 8 “green” departments remaining (and one of those is
Today is a day for seeking comforts: a blazing log fire, favourite old clothes, a good book, a hearty homemade soup… Unfortunately we have run out of carb-loaded goodies for having with hot chocolate. We have no drinking chocolate either, but I can make a Keto version with cocoa powder. Is it too early in the day to be adding rum to it? Although it is several degrees warmer than yesterday it feels so much