Tuesday morning. Same old discussion points with the Manhattanites - Iran, Taiwan ,Ukraine and Joe Manchin. Sophie sits almost patiently while I chat away. The Manhattanites are keen for a face to face. Angus is equally keen not to have one. The infection rate in Bordeaux is above 1100 per hundred thousand. That's getting towards last years peak and most certainly doesn't tempt me to go to an airport .
The water level in the stream has fallen a good eighteen inches . Sophie approaches it with caution but is soon slurping, happily, away. The PONette knows there's nothing quite like water fresh from the stream.
The Christmas tree is carried upstairs and slowly decorated. Why we do this when we're the only folks likely to see it is a mystery. A sign of deeply ingrained routines.
A kind PON owner sent us a bauble with Bobs face on it. This takes pride of place in the middle of the tree. One box of baubles seems to be missing. Angus put it somewhere super safe so that it wouldn't get lost. This afternoon will be spent tracking it down so the tree can be finished.
Angus also gets to work on the antique Shaker candle sticks that were bought for a small fortune in San Francisco forty years ago. They are large and impractical. The top candles end up being close to the chandelier. A design flaw in any house that doesn't sport twenty foot ceilings.
Advent song #16 with an ever so slightly nervous soloist in Birmingham, Alabama :https://youtu.be/zX0AsRJhP-M?t=20