It’s been a bitterly cold week culminating in a blanket of snow covering most of the garden this morning. I still don’t have any radiators so the electric heaters are wheezing out heat 24/7, I dread to think what the monthly bill is going to reveal, I don’t do cold well. Mind you, there is a big difference between a cold, soggy London and a bit of a chill down here. There’s a higher chance of the weather improving as we head out of winter for a start and I don’t have to get in a car to get soaked walking the dogs.
We are moving back into the main house for a few days next week whilst Alain and Michel, our builders, revamp my closets and update the ancient lighting in the bedrooms. Whilst having to uproot the dogs and myself is an annoyance, they cope much better than I do. It is at least a bit warmer in our temporary digs. With any luck, I’ll be returning to a home with radiators as well as fancy in-built wardrobes.
The garden is in dormant mode, apart from the birds who have taken delight in my ‘bed and breakfast’ Christmas tree. Perched between two tree trunks so the dogs can’t reach it, the conifer is providing not only shelter for the birds and insects, the hanging fat balls and peanut butter ‘kebabs’ give the little tweeters sustenance. I get a perfect view of all the comings and goings from my balcony which is better than any TV programme. Once the needles have dropped, the tree will moved to the woodland to decompose and provide a habitat for bugs and their buddies.
I finally got round to completing my residence application this week, it will be a while before anything happens but it’s in the system so one less thing to worry about. Once I sort out the mess of paperwork currently taking over my only table, I am determined to start ‘that’ book. I just have to find a filing cabinet first, pull out the rest of my furniture from the icy cold garage and finish painting the walls. Excuses, excuses……
“The way to get started is to quit talking and begin doing.” (Walt Disney)
Widow plus woofs 