I’m British. Of course I’m going to talk about the weather.

The weather is really at sixes and sevens at the moment. Last week it was cold and rained almost continually. And then on Wednesday evening (yes, 5th May) it snowed. A lot. So much so that I had to rush onto the balcony and bring in my troughs of lettuces, herbs, geraniums and my mini rose bush. Everything has survived, except the basil, although the geraniums are looking a bit pinched and wan.

I went for a walk on Thursday – here are the photos:

Not just snow, but 8 cm of snow!


Some very confused trees!

and, OK, I was up quite high – about 900 m but all the same…!

Over the weekend it warmed up a little, but it stayed  grey and mizzly. I regretted putting away my winter clothes. I’d’ve got more fleeces out again, but it’s a bit of a faff pulling out the boxes where I’ve packed everything. So I’m stuck with two fleeces and a cardigan. They are getting well worn!

Then yesterday it started off grey here in the mountains, so when I went to Clermont I wore long sleeved T-shirt, fleece and outer fleece. By the time I went for a walk in the aternoon I was rolling up my T-shirt sleeves and putting on sun creme. It was really pleasantly warm. I forgot to take the camera, which is a shame, as it was a lovely walk – a little moist, due to the recent wetness, but everything was looking clean, newly washed and glad to be alive. As was I.

And today? Back to grey and wet. I’m in the study with a hot water bottle!

We hope it will perk up soon, weather wise. We have a party planned to celebrate our 25th Wedding Anniversary. We’ve invited round about 60 people. If we can’t spill out into the courtyard a little then it could get quite squashed! Mr D is going to make a mixed tape (well, i-pod play list) of songs from the 80s, when we married, and we’re going to make a montage (if I get round to it) of photos from the wedding and from the years afterwards. Mr D was talking about repainting the “sejour” (our big downstairs room – it takes up the whole of the ground floor.) before the party but I’m thinking that idea is slowly disappearing. We can decorate it with balloons and banners and flowers. That will be fine. (You can tell how much I love DIY, can’t you!?)


News on the Kitten front. George is doing well – he looks as though his ears may be a bit Scottish-fold-like. This looks quite George-like. Maybe not so folded over, but quite a bit.

The tabby has been saved from The Bucket. If M can’t find anyone through the small ads, Mr D has reluctantly agreed we’ll take her. The irony is that the Mother of the Fiancée of the Son of M wanted George, but we had been given first dibs and chosen him. If M had told us, we’d’ve happily taken the tabby and then the MotFotSoM could have had the Kitten she wanted without any problems. But M was concerned to be “fair” and as we’d had first dibs she wanted to make sure we had the Kit we’d chosen. And M is adamant that she won’t let us swop cats (I’m not sure I could now, anyway) because that would make the FotSoM think she could get what she wanted by having a bit of a tantrum (which she reportedly had when told we’d already chosen George) Still. We may end up with two now. I’m happy. Mr D is unsure. And Pomme doesn’t know what’s coming.

Here's Pomme, not knowing what's coming.

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2 Responses to “I’m British. Of course I’m going to talk about the weather.”

  1. Ian Says:

    Brrrrr… 🙂 Looks lovely though. Hope the weather fines up for the 25th anniversary; God grant you many, many years!

    Lovely photo of Pomme; and hope all goes well for Tabby.

  2. Jack the Lass Says:

    Wow, it’s been a bit chilly up here but nowhere near cold enough for snow – you should move considerably further north! 😉