“🎶Everybody knows some dinde and some gui help to make the season bright”🎶

(Dinde is turkey; gui is mistletoe)

It’s not the same though is it?  I know we are supposed to be embracing the
French culture of our temporarily adopted country.

I don’t know about “Deck the halls” but if they are decking,  it ain’t showing.  Even the supermarkets have only the odd bunch of coloured  balls, hanging sadly like left overs from a Gay Pride march.

Where’s yer turkeys, where’s yer mince pies, where’s yer after office parties  with drunken Santas lying in the gutters?   It’s not right. The Sparkle of Christmas is on dimmer.

Added to which the skies are so bloody blue, you daren’t sit in front of a window or your book would catch fire.  Yesterday Gaz was sunbathing in shorts and sun cream. Mind you, thinking on, he strips off if someone switches on a light.

We are both still a whirling cauldron of catarrh and infection.  Sitting in bed we cough like a couple of 90 year old 60-a -dayers. Me in me curlers and winceyette nightie, him in a moth eaten jumper.  Ah the romance of our French sojourn.   Babies will be born, of that I’m sure

We move into our temporary  adopted home on Friday and our lovely girl comes to visit in early January.   Can’t wait to show her how far we have become immersed in the customs and culture of our new country.

Mist rising out of the valley behind Hugh and Bassie’s house.