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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.

Daisy is very excited about her new Christmas present

Daisy is very excited about her new Christmas present

Never a stupid cat, Daisy figures out quickly that it's safer to be on top of her cage than in it!

Never a stupid cat, Daisy figures out quickly that it’s safer to be on top of her cage than in it!

Calypso looks on cautiously from the sidelines

Calypso looks on cautiously from the sidelines

Relaxing after dinner

Relaxing after dinner

Putting the final touches on Donald and Daffy before they're served for Christmas dinner

Putting the final touches on Donald and Daffy before they’re served for Christmas dinner

Daffy a l'orange

Daffy a l’orange

Christmas Eve has come and gone, with a little indigestion and slightly fatter bellies all that we have to show for it. In our wake are two dozen Whitstable oysters, scallops, monkfish, a chocolate fondant and quite a few bottles of wine. In other words, the perfect way to start the season.

Aude poses in front of the Christmas table

Aude poses in front of the Christmas table

Matthew poses for a quick snapshot in the living room

Matthew poses for a quick snapshot in the living room

Aude's family wish everyone a Merry Christmas

Aude’s family wish everyone a Merry Christmas

Matt & Aude

Matt & Aude

Dinner turned out well

Dinner turned out well, with photographers everywhere you looked!

Aude and her father

Aude and her father

Christmas cake

Christmas cake

Happy cat?

A very relaxed Aude holds a very pissed-off Daisy.

And now some pictures for those of you who are more visually-minded (or don’t speak English, or are just too lazy to read all the way through this entry).

Just back after four days in the south of France, where we enjoyed some truly superb weather and managed to sort out a lot of the final details around the wedding. The menu is chosen, the photographer is booked and briefed about what we’d like, we’ve seen the band and we’ve met with the DJ. Incidentally, apologies to anyone coming to the wedding – the DJ was a mandatory requirement of the Chateau (apparently he makes sure the place doesn’t get destroyed) and let’s just say that we don’t exactly share one another’s taste in music. I think we’ll sit Julien next to the DJ and hope for the best…

I also learned that the Mediterranean sun in the middle of the day is a little stronger than we’re used to in the UK. Which is why I mostly look like a lobster in these pictures.

Les Issambres

There may be a million pictures of this view on my blog, but that doesn’t make it any less pleasant…

Aude

Aude clearly enjoys sitting in the summer sunshine. Much nicer than the cold, rainy weather in England…

Aude

Even the busy duties of planning a wedding can’t wipe the smile off Aude’s face!

Aude and her mother

Aude and her mother outside on the patio

Every family has one joker...

Every family has one joker…

Giles

Clearly enjoying the fun…

The family in front of the pool

The family in front of the pool

Aude

Aude about to go over the edge of the infinity pool…

Matt

This is why your mother always told you to put on sunscreen. What you can’t see in the photograph is that my nose is redder than Rudolph’s!

Back at work now, and the treadmill is turning just as fast as it ever was… I’d put my nose to the grindstone if it wasn’t so sunburnt!

One of the nice things about getting married overseas is that you get the chance to celebrate everything at least twice (or in our case, thrice – England, USA and France!) Since we were going to be in Washington for a few days, my parents took the opportunity to throw an impromptu engagement party for us. Some peanuts and cocktails, perhaps?

Nope. Six racks of lamb and all the trimmings. You know, a spur-of-the-moment kind of thing.

We had a great time – a great excuse for a party and a chance to catch up with lots of old friends.

Jim and Sima listen to Raymond tell a story

Jim and Sima listen to Raymond tell a story

Marta, Aude, Carol and Jim

Marta, Aude, Carol and Jim

Andy smiles for the camera

Andy smiles for the camera

Joanne, looking like she’s about to get into mischief

Joanne, looking like she’s about to get into mischief

Carol, captured by someone’s storytelling

Carol, captured by someone’s storytelling

The cat is unimpressed by the whole affair…

The cat is unimpressed by the whole affair…

More vacation updates: When we got back from the Chesapeake Bay, having stuffed ourselves with crabs, it was soon time for more food. My mother made a chicken and lentil tagine. We sat out in the garden until quite late, enjoying the unseasonably warm weather.

"Momcat" in the kitchen

“Momcat” in the kitchen

The next morning was a bit of government-sponsored sightseeing. In order to get married in France, I need to attach an Apostille to my birth certificate, effectively certifying that my certified copy is genuinely a certified copy (a certification of a certification, if you will.) Initially I thought that I could get the Apostille done at the Department of State, but it turns out that they only issue them for federal documents. State documents, like my birth certificate, need to go back to the state where they were issued.

Since I was born in Washington, I thought I would find out if the Apostille could be issued in person. Luckily, it could – all it took was a quick trip down to the Mayor’s office and for $10, they prepare the certificate while they wait.

It all seemed so simple. And it was, until I read in the fine print that they only accepted cheques, money orders, or bankers’ drafts. No cash, no credit cards.

This wouldn’t normally be a problem, but I don’t carry my US chequebook as a matter of course. So I figured I would buy a money order at the post office. Only I assumed that there would be a post office on every downtown corner, the way there are in the UK. I was wrong – it was 17 blocks to the nearest post office!

Once I finally had the money order sorted out (which took all morning), the actual bureaucracy in the government office only took a few minutes. One more thing off my list of things to do before the wedding.

In the afternoon we went to Alexandria for lunch and to tour the Torpedo Factory (where the one gallery we really wanted to see was unfortunately closed!) We spent the rest of the afternoon down on the Potomac River, watching the planes take-off and land from Washington Reagan National Airport, which took me back to doing the same thing as a child. I am amazed, post 9/11, that they still allow you to get so close to the runway.

Planes landing at Reagan National Airport

Planes landing at Reagan National Airport

Planes landing at Reagan National Airport

Planes landing at Reagan National Airport

Planes landing at Reagan National Airport

Planes landing at Reagan National Airport

Reagan National Airport

Reagan National Airport

From there, we went out to Hains Point to see what was left of the cherry blossoms, then back home for an engagement party that my parents had arranged…

An old couple looking out onto the Potomac

An old couple looking out onto the Potomac

Aude at Hains Point, overlooking the Potomac River

Aude at Hains Point, overlooking the Potomac River

Matthew & Aude pose for a photo at The Awakening at Hains Point

Matthew & Aude pose for a photo at The Awakening at Hains Point

Matthew poses in front of the cherry blossoms

Matthew poses in front of the cherry blossoms

Washington cherry blossoms

Washington cherry blossoms

Proof, if any were needed, that putting myself in an embarrassing position in the name of photography cleary runs in my genes.

Easter bunny

My parents wish all of my blog readers a very happy Easter.