Wednesday, 5 June 2019

Requiem for an Old Friend

See that silver car on the right? On the day this picture was taken, she went to that big scrapyard in the sky.
Well, actually the scrapyard not far from our current home in Les Granges. 😢
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That car has given me faithful service over 13 years and about 300.000 kilometers. She was an old friend and I miss her.
We almost got home on the day she gave up the fight, but fortunately Roy was following me in his car (the one on the left) and was able to tow me home.
Yesterday the young guy from the breakers yard came and took her to her last resting place.
Adieu lovely car.

Thursday, 14 March 2019

A Hint of Dead Mouse

I've got a cold so I'm just sitting in the living room with the log burner blazing away, keeping warm. It's the tail end of the cold (I hope) and I have regained my sense of smell.  Which is unfortunate.  Because I now realise that the room has a distinct smell, and despite the fact that I am making little hanging hearts filled with lavender...

...the smell is decidely NOT lavender.

In fact, the smell is definitely not floral in any way - unless the flower is Deadly Nightshade.

But the DEAD bit is correct. I'm pretty sure the smell is dead mouse - although it could be dead vole - or dead lizard. I found a lizard tail on the floor the other day, so it could be the rest of that reptile!

Meanwhile I'll continue with the lavender hearts and leave the  search for the cadaver until later!

Friday, 8 March 2019

Wedding News

Well, the wedding went off very well.  The hotel was good, the Company was even better and a good time was had by all.

My grandaughter and grandson were my bridesmaid and ring bearer...

... and all in all it was an unforgettable day.

Monday, 4 February 2019

Coming up Roses

You may not know, but love is in the air.  And I don't mean Valentines Day. In fact, a week after Valentines is a special event for me.  I'm getting married.

Yes, I know it's rather late in my life, but I've been on my own now for 13 years and it's been a bit lonely.

In the Spring of last year I met a lovely man and he has asked me to marry him and I've said yes😊.

So we're getting married on the 21st February, which is not long now...

Being a crafty lady (handicrafts that is) I decided I would make my own wedding bouquet after seeing this video...

Of course, it all looked fairly easy on the video...

You've guessed! It was not actually that easy. Firstly, I live in a very rural part of France without access to lots of lovely fabric shops, so the material I managed to find was actually some polyester sheer curtains.  There are lots of those out here. 

But they were not ideal for this project. 

You see, the flowers in the video were made by holding the cut shapes over a tea light until the material curled in the heat and looked like petals. Mine, unfortunately, curled a bit, but also melted a bit so that the petals resembled a flower that had been visited and eaten by a malicious insect. Some actually caught fire and the whole petal was consumed in a fraction of a second.

Also, the material was so slippery that I found it impossible to cut out a circle shape and the 'flowers' were all kinds of weird shapes.

However, I did persevere and eventually produced something that vaguely resembled a rose, albeit that it resembled more a blowsy peony that had been blown about by the wind...

Well, that had taken most of the day, so I decided to go back to my 'easy' craft - crochet - and have a go at making some roses that way.

it was much easier!

i don't know how many flowers I'll need, or if they'll turn OK.  If not, It'll be off to the local florist on the way to the Registry Office!

Friday, 11 January 2019

Things That Go Scratch in the Night...

This is the countryside.  The French countryside. With animals.  And insects. And birds. And spiders.  And lumpy lawns from the moles. And squirrels that steal your fat balls...

But I've been woken up a few times in the night by a scratching at my bedroom door.  Soooooooooo loud! Well, I assumed it was the cat, of course, but there was no miaou - just the constant scratching.  I shouted, and it stopped.  I banged on the door, and it stopped. But nothing stopped it for long.

Then, a couple of days ago I noticed bits on the floor at the doorway...

and they had obviously come from the bottom of the door...

Blasted cat, I thought!

But, this morning I found out it was NOT the cat. She was already in the room, asleep on my bed when I heard the scratching again.  I opened the door, but saw nothing.  I left it ajar so that, if it was a mouse, or a dormouse, Cinders would see it and catch it, hopefully.

She sat on the edge of the bed, watching, and the culprit was obviously there, as she was VERY interested.  She jumped down and sat by the doorway and then, along came the culprit! Just as if it was out for a Sunday stroll. A little brown furry creature. 

Cinders saw it and cocked her head to one side (no sign of chasing it!) and the vole (for, yes, that was the creature) saw Cinders. Neither moved for a second and then, fairly leisurely, the vole turned tail (a short stubby one) and pattered back along the landing. After a few seconds, Cinders moved out of the doorway and looked along the landing - no vole. So, nothing happening, Cinders returned to the bedroom and looked at me. 'What's for breakfast then' that look said...

Monday, 31 December 2018

Squirreling It Away

The birds are hungry now and are voraciously eating the fat balls we put out for them. I bought 4 new packs two days ago and filled up the container I keep them in in the shed. Forty new fat balls.  Enough for a couple of weeks there, I thought.

Today has been very cold and all the feeders were empty. So out I went to replenish them.

The plastic  container was lidless and only one fatball remained in the bottom! my first thought was that I had not put the new fatballs into the container, so I searched the kitchen for where I had left them.  Then the dépendance.  Then the cars.  Both of them. Then  I searched the dépendance again. And the kitchen again. And the shed again.

I searched the kitchen rubbish bin for the plastic bags the balls were sold in and when I found all four at the bottom of the bin, I knew I wasn't beginning the long downward journey into Altzheimers.  What a relief 😊

To cut a long story short, Roy moved all the plastic boxes we had stored in the little shed and we could see a pile of fatballs on the floor, down in the corner. All forty were there, although some had had their green plastic mesh removed and been sampled by whatever animal had cleverly stolen them from their plastic container.

We found some droppings - obviously from a rodent - and it seems likely that the culprit was a squirrel, getting ready for the winter. forty fat balls certainly would have seen it through a few cold night!

So now the fatballs are all back in their plastic container, and stored INDOORS.

Wednesday, 26 December 2018

Christmas Past

Well, only just past - yesterday was Christmas Day.😊

On Christmas Eve, paying homage to the French tradition of Christmas Dinner on Christmas Eve, Roy and I sat on the terrace in the evening, drinking pink champagne...

It was a warm evening, and we had just finished cutting the grass and tidying up the leaves that had fallen from the two oaks bordering the lawn, so we were warm enough in our indoor clothes, and it was magical, being there together as the night drew in and Christmas approached.

Today is the day after Christmas - Boxing Day as we call it in England.  But no such thing here in France.  It is just 'open as usual' and Roy went shopping for some cement to finish round the door in the kitchen, in his ongoing battle to make my house just as perfect as he can get it.  He's already finished off the upstairs landing and it looks fabulous now...

So tonight our festive meal will be Swordfish steak, with roast potatoes, roast parsnips and roast shallots, with a few french beans on the side😊

We have a bottle of rosé chilling in the fridge and all will be ready when Roy has washed himself  and the floor clean of cement.  This is our first Christmas together and it has been magical. Roy is magical. I never thought I would find love again, but we are to be married next February and I'm looking forward to living the rest of my life with him.

I hope all you readers are as happy this Christmas as I am.