'The Font' heads off at first light for the airport. Round two of the cracked tooth and the dentists chair beckons.
Sophie deals with her separation anxiety by digging.
Loic arrives, unexpectedly, to blow leaves. He does this for an hour then heads home. The PONs take great delight in leaping in and out of the leaf piles. It seems Loics mother is being allowed out of hospital for Christmas. Loic will be leaving the home for a while to be with her. Over the holidays meals will be provided and a carer / nurse will come three times a day. Not a level of service you'd expect to find in the UK.
At the hardware store we see a two metre artificial Christmas tree. The packaging says ' as good as a real one but with six hundred integral lights'. How cool is that ? We haul it off to the cash desk. Back at home we find the instructions are in Mandarin. After some initial problems of the 'surely it's not meant to look like that ?' variety Angus finally assembles it. Then with the aid of a bottle of 2010 Pomerol he decorates it. It doesn't seem two metres tall but the lights are very bright. In fact they're so bright Angus finds himself exclaiming aloud '' Goodness !".
Sophie looks at the Christmas tree lights and heads to the safety of her bed downstairs. Bob sticks close to me.
The weather forecast for the UK seems about right for this time of the year.
Looks like an arctic chill is heading to our little corner of France profonde on Friday. Time to get those logs chopped.
Never believe the reviews. This made me laugh : https://www.vice.com/amp/en_uk/article/434gqw/i-made-my-shed-the-top-rated-restaurant-on-tripadvisor
Day 7 of Advent and the cellist has moved to the top of a mountain : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q3VPPLu_M3k