Sunday, December 8, 2019
It fell to freezing earlier in the week but this morning it's mild with a half hearted attempt at mist. As soon as the door is opened Sophie is out with a howl and off chasing an audacious C-A-T that's been sleeping on the stone bench under the terrace. Sophie returns to the house by way of the laurel hedge. I suggest this does nothing for her appearance. I'm ignored.
The village still electrified by the altercation between the builder and the man with anger management issues. The builder has taken to parking his van on the grass that abuts the angry mans lawn. This is either brave or foolhardy. I have a feeling we shall know which when work restarts on the chateau after the weekend.
Back at The Rickety Old Farmhouse the Christmas crib is brought out of storage. Angus suggests to 'The Font' that we head off with Sophie to a fancy hotel for the season. Angus also suggests doing without the tree and decorations. Both ideas are summarily dismissed.
The crib is unpacked. 3 Kings. Mary, Joseph, shepherds, angels and a little old lady in a blue dress. The role of the little old lady in the blue dress remains unknown. We have our own revisionist Nativity here.
Tomorrow, the Chinese faux tree with 'integral lights' will be brought up from the cellar.
Christmas song 5. More naked flames. A Swedish Greensleeves - which sounds rather mysterious.