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Jerome came to spend a weekend with us in Paris recently. We managed to grab a few snaps. I particularly like how Daisy and Calypso managed to work their way into one of the shots.
A few more pictures from Easter Sunday in the South of France…
There are definitely worse places to spend a Sunday afternoon…
I’ve finally unpacked my laptop at home and had time to go through the last few shots of Canterbury. My uncle was in town for a few days on business the week before we moved and came down to spend the weekend with us, squeezed in among the moving boxes. What some people will put up with for a pint or two of decent beer!
Having met my aunt at the wedding, Anne-Laure and Neil were keen to meet the other half of the pairing, so we arranged a Sunday roast…
No, she really can’t believe what he’s saying…
Daisy decided that she wanted to play last night, so into the stereo cabinet she went.
I hate New Years. I never really see the point in blowing a lot of money to celebrate a holiday that doesn’t really mean very much. So a quiet New Years Eve at home with Aude and Jerome was just what the doctor ordered. Although I suspect he wouldn’t have ordered quite so much foie gras and champagne.
After quite a good start to the new year, I was a little disappointed to discover that I’d accidentally locked the cats in the bedroom overnight (not helped by the fact that they knocked over a stack of papers and managed to jam the door shut). The result of this lock-in was a big pile of cat poo in the centre of the bathroom floor.
Not really an auspicious start to 2008, is it?
So the gluttony of the season continues. Last night I cooked two ducks (Donald and Daffy) with all the traditional trimmings – orange sauce, stuffing, cranberry sauce, green beans and plenty of wine. After we’d finished dinner and watched the Queen’s speech, there was only one thing to do – head off to the pub. It was a great way to celebrate my last official English Christmas for a while.
Both Daisy and Calypso seemed enthusiastic about some of their presents (mostly the toys) but Daisy refuses to go inside her new carrying cage, preferring instead to sleep on top of it. What can I say – cats are weird.
