It’s Tuesday… I think

La Neige du Coucou during last year’s Ice Tits

Unlocked in rural France...Day, um, er... Tuesday, I know it’s Tuesday. Oh, no, it’s Wednesday

Went to have my winter tyres replaced with summer ones. It generally snows a blizzard after I’ve done this. Indeed the snow poles are still in place over the pass, which is a sure sign I’ve jumped the gun. Again.

Late snowfall is known locally as la Neige du Coucou and often happens during les Saints de Glace (i.e. now). That’s the Ice Saints, not Ice Breasts as my husband claimed he thought for many years. ‘Claimed’ being the operative word. (Seins = boobs, tits, bosom and pronounced same) (As saints) (Get it?) (Beginning to wish I’d never started this conversation.)

Moving on. Wise farmers never plant before this period. Or change their snow tyres. Pfff

Am gradually emerging from lockdown stupor to repair, replace, upgrade bits and bobs so I can rent out my home or parts thereof. A professional photographer arrives end May to take photos of the interior. To my horror I’ve discovered my cleaner doesn’t restart until early June. Which means I have to clean whole place myself. After 8 weeks of not. Ugh

I’ve ordered a robot vacuum cleaner.

Stay well