I almost forgot it was Sunday today what with all the rushing around last week. For once, it wasn’t last minute gift shopping as I sorted out most of what Mumo hadn’t got on a certain website specifically designed for such, instead its been a whirl of getting the house ready for the incoming family and a few festive get-togethers with friends. Oh, and I managed to fit in a visit to the coiffeuse so I wouldn’t look like I’d been rushing around like the proverbial fly. Frankly, I’m exhausted and could probably sleep for the next few days which, considering my just arrived sister’s rather cool greeting as I walked in the door laden with bouches Noël this morning, may not be a bad thing. Don’t worry, I have promised Mumo I will play nice and not react – I know, very unusual for me.
As I mentioned, I’ve done most of Mumo’s Christmas list for her as she hasn’t been very well the last few days. She blames it on too much vegetarian lasagne on Wednesday. She had hosted a small lunch for Terry and Jacqui next door and our other neighbour, Louise who is always referred to be me as the Contessa – there isn’t much she doesn’t know about Rouffiac as her family once owned most of it. We were supposed to be joined by some old friends of Mumo’s but unfortunately they came down with the dreaded Covid so a large pasta dish was shared between only a few. And she’s had a dicky tum since. I’m keeping my fingers crossed as my sister bought some stuff with her that should put our Mumo right.
Personally I blame the wind for her misfortune, it’s been blowing a hooley since Monday although things do seem to be settling down for the week ahead. Gusty weather in these parts is known for bringing blue moods and bugs. Even the normally upbeat Denis started out in a sour mood when we went over to chez Abraham’s on Wednesday night – I don’t think he had quite forgiven our host for the previous soiree’s icy temperatures. Mind you, a night with fabulous music and friends does wonders for the spirit – and it’ll be the last down there until Spring as we shut Le Jardin down for her make-over. She could do with some walls for a start.
It wasn’t just us humans who got brought down by the nasty wind, it took down my painting too – the one I had done for the information panel next to our corner wall. Luckily the new one that I spent hours slaving over is now wrapped in heavy duty plastic and covered in so many thumb tacks that it’s going to take until the Spring to get it off. Mind you, I’m told my second attempt is a veritable masterpiece especially as I added Denis’ little camionette into the canvas. Mme who lives across from it is still in a mood about not being able to park on our bit of land so does her best to stick her car in front of my artistic work instead. Ah well, I’m being of good will to all at the moment.
And that’s it I suppose until after Christmas. I hope you all have a jolly one and eat too much. I know I will as I have Denis’ family one tonight at which I have been informed that you don’t eat until midnight, such is the tradition in these parts but at least I’ll have a day to recover as we don’t do the Collins one until Boxing Day. So enjoy one and all and as we say here Bonnes Fêtes à tous!
““May you never be too grown up to search the skies on Christmas Eve.” (Anon)
Widow plus woofs 