Monday, December 2, 2019
The festive season begins at The Rickety Old Farmhouse. Over the weekend no less than three poinsettias are delivered to the front gate by the local florist. Neighbours who want to remember last weeks event. Something very French about that. Life's small events empathized with and recorded.
This morning Sophie observes with horror that Angus has his going away shoes on. I explain that I'll be back tomorrow after a quick check-up in London with the jaunty surgeon. As I drive off I'm convinced Sophie looks at me with a hint of 'Well! I never !' grumpiness.
And the first Christmas music of the year from a hot but festive Chennai. 100% humidity and temperatures in the 80's. St.Andrews Kirk, a little touch of Scotland in the subcontinent : https://youtu.be/dms8bXxnZeg?t=5296
A song remarkable for its use of the words 'deeply wailing' no less than three times in succession. At the 1:36:00 mark viewers may observe that Indian Presbyterian decorating style is less restrained than that of their Scottish counterparts.