Friday, December 16, 2011
The new lights .
The font returns. Wilf does his silent ' I'm so happy I don't know what to do ' dance . Overcome with joy he then falls sound asleep by the front door until dinner time .
Yesterdays storm has dislodged a roof tile. ' The font ' discovers a small but insistent avalanche of rain water trickling down one of the newly rendered bedroom walls. Angus is despatched into the attic to deal with it. By the time he gets there the rain has stopped .
A parcel arrives from the little French chocolate firm we buy from at Christmas . Inside a handwritten note saying that they'd charged too much for postage . '' Would we mind accepting three bars of dark chocolate in lieu of a refund ? " . Somehow charming to think there are still family firms that worry about such niceties. Most would have kept quiet and happily pocketed the difference .
Still no Christmas tree but the house is slowly becoming 'Swedenised ' in time for the holidays. Three little vases with 'red berry' arrangements suddenly appear on the drawing room mantlepiece. The wreaths can't be far behind .
Workmen arrive to instal four new street lamps . Is there a competition amongst French villages over who has the most lights ? There are eight houses in the village, one church ( disused ) and a village hall . As of today we have fourteen lamp posts . ' The font ' thinks the mayor is spending the money remaining in his budget before the end of the year. On our pre-breakfast walk Wilf carefully christens the base of each of the new additions. Christmas cheer PON style.