Forget Autumn, it seems Winter has decided to start a month early. Bitterly cold winds and endless drizzle all week not only dampened the spirit but also meant any chance of getting any further with our new garden ideas hitting zero. The only plus side was that Max chauffagiste finally managed to get my radiators working (it’s only taken a year) so I can finally walk around chez moi without boots on. Max has assured me that he will get the big house connected by the end of next week which couldn’t come soon enough, a few paltry electric heaters does not a warm Mumo make.
It’s difficult to get into the festive season when Mother Nature is in a gloomy mood but Denis did manage to coax me into a bit of retail therapy, namely Christmas decorations, for our grand plan to win the village competition. Now, there isn’t a lot I miss about London but the absence of shops overflowing with gaudy baubles and cheap fairy lights anywhere around here made me long for a quick trip down Streatham High Road. Apart from one or two aisles in a couple of toy stores, there was virtually nothing but tinsel to get excited about. Poor Denis was so deflated but I assured him that Amazon delivers and by time we’ve finished the decorations, we’ll be seen from the Moon. Between us, we now have a theme, actually two as we couldn’t decide which was best – I’m just a little concerned that we might blow the Aude electric grid in the process. It is nice having someone else involved in putting everything together though, last year I did it all myself which was less ‘ho ho ho’ and more ‘oh dear no’.
I really really hope the winter cover arrives for the pool next week, not only am I terrified that one of the dogs is going to jump in and get hypothermia, I’m also sick of pulling all the leaves out of the skimmers. As soon as I clear the bloody thing, the wind mockingly throws a whole lot more in. I’m sure the neighbours must think it’s hilarious watching me and my net battle the elements. I wonder if I could turn it into an ice rink?
With December just around the corner and no sign of the dismal weather abating, I’m busy doing the Christmas cards and making present lists whilst watching terrible movies about disillusioned damsels in distress converting Scrooge types into charming (and rich) princes. I have no idea why I keep watch such saccharine rubbish but I suppose it’s escapism at a time of year when all you want to do is snuggle up with your better half. I’ll just have to put up with the woofers spreading their hairy selves over and around me instead, who needs radiators after all?….
“A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water.” (Carl Reiner)
Widow plus woofs 