Sunday, December 31, 2017

Should've seen this coming

OMGYOUGUYS. I can't even begin to post today; I woke up with Lurgy 2.0 and have only left the bed to climb into the bath, and only left the bath to curl onto the couch, where I've been moaning/flopping around dramatically all day, alternating blankets pulled up to my chin - WHY IS IT SO COLD IN THIS HOUSE ARE YOU TRYING TO KILL ME - only to lash them back off again - WHY IS THIS THE HOTTEST HOUSE IN FRANCE OMG I'M DYING WHAT DO YOU HAVE THE THERMOSTAT SET TO? Alan has been a saint among men, making me tea and exchanging the empty tissue boxes for new ones while I groan about my swollen throat and aching ears - pushing and pulling at them in case he doesn't know where they're located - which are all signs to anybody who suffers from chronic tonsilitis that It's That Time Again.

Super thrilled that this year's bout has fallen on NYE, except that we actually had a party to attend and I was planning on trying to make The Big Hair work. I had even packed a dress *gazes mournfully at wardrobe* for the occasion. It was an international affair, too, with friends from Europe and Brazil that we haven't seen in ages, and it would've been a wild catch up.

Ah, well. There's a soup in the freezer, I guess that will be fun, too.

I don't have any pictures for you today because my phone is upstairs and that may as well be Kilimanjaro, but I did take a lot of yesterday's nachos so if you can just please imagine, that would be great.

Now if you'll excuse me, I've got to tear this cardigan off and hang myself out the window for a second, because I'm pretty sure Al's got us at 26 degrees right now.

Big hugs and lots of love,

Thursday, December 28, 2017

This pretty much sums up how we spend our time here

So far today we've had breakfast (croissants, lardons, eggs), lunch (lasagna), and for a snack - because of course when you do nothing all day, you're mysteriously starving - yet more raclette. Our raclette machine may be the greatest French flea market find yet. For only ten euros, we get to gorge ourselves on melted cheese ALL THE TIME.

This is the raclette cheese we get from the supermarket - it comes in packages like this, already trimmed to the right size - for the laziest of us, natch, which is to say anyone who uses a raclette grill - and in a variety of styles. Here we have regular, pepper, and herbs de provence (my personal favourite). 

Then we just stick it in our super modern machine: 

And WHAMMO! A minute later, GOO TOWN. 

Saturday I'm going to experiment making nachos using it, JUST BECAUSE I CAN.

See you tomorrow! I'll be starting a proofread - because one can't be on cheese holiday forever - and it's a book I'm really looking forward to.

Big love and lots of love,

Wednesday, December 27, 2017

Greetings from the French tundra

OMGYOUGUYS. I forgot how cold it gets here at FranceHouse when we haven't been in a couple months and the heater is set to 8 degrees (just warm enough to keep the pipes from freezing, not enough to actually warm the space). Our olive oil and soaps are solids, I can't feel my hands, and I'm wrapped in a coat and scarf while sitting in front of (nearly on top of) the fire. We've got the radiators cranking now, but it's likely to be a day or so before it's warm enough to let a bare foot touch the floor.

Once I'm done with this post, I'm jumping straight into a hot bath and I won't get out until I'm sweating.

I forgot how the village decorates the square in front of our windows for every occasion. Currently this is our view:

Best part: the Santa nearly out of the frame on the top right corner. He's climbing the post with a rope, I can only assume to hang the Star of Bethlehem. 

The rest of the day contains nothing, and then tomorrow we have nothing, and then Friday the landscaper is coming by to talk about decking for the garden this summer, and then after he's gone, we may go to the supermarket for more bread or the chemist for some cold medication - we have both been in contact with young people over the holidays and have the congestion to prove it - and then nothing again. So get excited for a lot of TOP QUALITY CONTENT this week. Thrilling stuff ahead.

Big love and lots of hugs,

Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Well, didn't see this coming

YOUGUYS. I know what you're thinking: all you've done is sleep since last time you posted, what new content could you possibly have?


That's right. It started snowing at midnight and we woke to this winter wonderland. Scotland gave us a white Christmas in the nick of time.

We're about to hit the road back to England! We've got an airport hotel to stay in tonight and an (absurdly) early flight to France first thing tomorrow.

Happy Boxing Day!

Hugs and love,

Monday, December 25, 2017

Merry Christmas, y'all!

OMGYOUGUYS. It's Christmas. I think we all know a blog isn't happening today but I wanted to check in to reassure you it's been perfect: there was a luscious hotel brekkie, followed by another round in the spa, and then a beautiful meal and celebration with Marie, Al's sister, in West Linton. We have been grazing and eating and grazing for basically the last ten hours. I am so full and it takes me half an hour to climb out of the couch but that's okay, because I need the workout.

I am going to sleep like a lamb tonight. I know this, because I'm nodding off just writing this.

Here is some proof of the loveliest of lovely feasts:

 That's right. I HAD MY OWN PHEASANT. Satsuma for scale. You can be jealous, because it was juicy and tasty and A WHOLE BIRB JUST FOR ME.

Later I got to snuggle with their kitty Neptune, who is touching me with a paw in this pic so I don't forget to give scritches and scratches. WE ARE BEST FRIENDS I LOVE HIM.

Now it's time for the sweet sleep that follows game-eating and game-playing and terrific chats. Much love to you all, and I hope you had a Happy Christmas!