Crikey, is it as cold where you are as it is here? We have a ferocious wind blowing straight off the snowy heights of the Massif Centrale and it's perishing. I'm a bit worried about my tomatoes. They were described as precocious by the man at the market who sold them to me, but they'd need to be stalwart to survive this onslaught.
Flynn the husky, despite still having his winter coat, has decided to stay in today.
Ali's in the middle of framing a gazillion more pictures and photos. We'll have to move - there certainly isn't wall space to hang them all, despite Le Couvent being a fair old size.
Our lovely neighbour, Maria, has just made her daily visit with bread for the hens. She's rescued a huge pot of geraniums that have dived off our gatepost ahead of the gale. I'd just put them back there after the winter, in readiness for our first guests who arrive on Tuesday. We've spent the past week spring cleaning ready for the season. Between our two cleaners, Patricia & Sophie & Ali & I, we managed to spend 28 hours cleaning on Friday. Yikes. Just a few more curtains to go back up and we're there I think. A cup of tea or coffee anyone?
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