Formerly 'Rambling with a cantankerous old mule"
I stumbled out of bed yesterday morning and through to the kitchen where I was met with the scene above… And that, unfortunately, is the sum total of what I’ve managed to photograph of the landscape around here. It remains cold and rainy and “moche” (ugly, bad, gross) as they say in French.
Later we went down to the church to prepare for the Christmas dinner being held tonight. The rather ordinary looking church building has been transformed into a wooden plank-encased chalet, overflowing with Christmas lights and a sleigh in its midst. At one stage I walked into the hall from the kitchen (where we had cut 15 kilograms of onions and peeled 60 kgs of potatoes for a “tartiflette” for 80 guests) and was met by a misty scene of sawdust-rich air. It smelled amazing, but my lungs were not happy.
Santa has apparently come down with a stomach bug but it is rumoured that a replacement has been found – one with a slightly bizarre, guttural South African sounding French accent. Apparently his “ho ho ho” needs a bit of work, but those in charge seem confident he may just pull it off. At least his body shape is perfect for the role, and I hear he’s been working on the beard for the last week… The children will be warned beforehand not to expect too much of old Father Christmas.