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,

Essss