It still makes sense to count the days even though we’re allowed out to exercise right? I’m home by 9am and inside for the rest of the day so I’m going to say yes. It was a struggle to get out of bed this morning. Last week was so warm that I didn’t need a duvet and I was squeezing myself onto my balcony to sunbathe but the past few days have been much more chilly so I was terribly cosy tucked up in bed.
When I did finally get up and make it up the hill I saw that there’s been a fresh snow fall on the Sierra Nevada mountains nearby (under 1 hour’s drive).
This of course reminded me of the la neige de coucou which is a late snowfall and what I talked about during my French oral exam for my Leaving Cert. many moons ago. Mum had had the bright idea to take me off to her friend’s château in France to practice French (as if that happened) and when we arrived we were able to have lunch outside in the sun and the next day I was building a snowman… So although I didn’t practice any French I had something to talk about during the exam. Also the château was home to Saint Arthaud who was the saint of something or the other and although I’m not religious I reckon it can’t hurt to have a saint in your back pocket in times of need (the French oral for example). And, this time last year I was at the château so it’s all tying in quite nicely. There wasn’t a neige de coucou while I was there but there was lots of merriment and here’s a big, big cheers to Zandra and Biggles for letting me and my friend’s swarm in.
The sun can’t decide if it wants to be out or not so my little perch on my balcony goes from gloriously warm to a bit too chilly. I probably should get on with my day. I still have A LOT of Hilary Mantel’s book to read but I seem to manage about 3 sentences before deciding I should watch more telly (there seems to have been far more of that happening this week than normal). Onwards, onwards…
But Who You Be, Really? 