Sunday night. An unexpected mountain storm scatters the watering cans and buckets stored in the barn. Bob and Angus go out to set matters straight. Bob is amazed, as he's always amazed, that the security lights come on. Sophie opts to stay inside and guard the house.
When we get home from our Monday morning walk ' The Font' informs me that a bird has flown into the upstairs kitchen. Sure enough there's a robin sitting patiently on the cooker hood. It watches as I open the windows. Then, without going through the manic wall and window banging antics trapped birds usually follow, he's gone. The first thing it does is fly back to the terrace doors it just came in. I'd like to know more about robins and their bravado.
To the market for some Baron d'Agneau with young garlic
and some namesake steak for Angus.
We order our Christmas Turkey. Bob and Sophie get given some roast potatoes. This marks today out as definitely the best day ever.
The heating remains broken. Angus sets up a shopping trip for 'The Font' to London. Cold showers in mid winter are not everyones idea of fun. The plumber says he'll be here on Wednesday. ' It's an emergency " I say. ' It always is ' he replies. Heavy snow and strong winds in London make the departure of the Monday lunchtime flight from Toulouse to Heathrow improbable. I tell 'The Font' cold showers are character forming. ' Only two more mornings before it gets fixed' I add cheerfully. This is met with a stoic '' I'll survive ".
Did these people make our Christmas tree ? : https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/architecture-design-blog/2014/dec/19/santas-real-workshop-the-town-in-china-that-makes-the-worlds-christmas-decorations