Ça pousse, février: alas, poor Pomegranate…

Coucou mes amis! Welcome to the second installment of my attempts not to kill plants after prolonged periods of torture and abuse. Despite my best intentions all hopes of a strong beginning were dashed after a willfully disobedient avocado youth decided to start withering on me only a few days after my decision to ‘turn over a new leaf’ (ha!). I had hoped to have … Continue reading Ça pousse, février: alas, poor Pomegranate…

30 choses à faire avant 30 ans

When I was still a youthful girl of twenty-five I assumed that I had years ahead of me to compile my (practically obligatory these days) list of exciting challenges to set and then cross off before the clock struck the stroke of 23.35 on a particular day in the far off future and I became cursed with instant and irreversible old age. I got as … Continue reading 30 choses à faire avant 30 ans

Sunshine Blogger Award

A couple of days ago I received such a lovely surprise when I found out that Becca from From my Lofty Hill (A.K.A Becca from Sunnybrook Farm) had nominated my blog as part of her contribution towards her own Sunshine Blogger Award post. I am delighted to have been nominated, never thinking, when I started writing, that anyone not comprising my gang of captive followers (my Mum … Continue reading Sunshine Blogger Award

La Saint-Valentin

Book of the day: Wuthering Heights Valentine’s Day is not a particularly celebrated occasion in my household. As much as I enjoy tales of enduring love, aided and abetted by theatrical grand gestures and heroic sentimentality, where the most sophisticated performances cause tissues to be conjured from thin air and unsuspecting women to be transformed temporarily into pandas, I only slightly envy girlfriends whose partners … Continue reading La Saint-Valentin

My character, selon ma maison…

Book of the day: Pride and Prejudice (no doubt the first of many mentions) Huddled in three layers of clothing, willing the fire to take at last, and scrambling through the laundry basket for a clean pair of socks, I shiver my way through the early mornings in the ice-box of my imaginary castle.  Our poêle à bois needs replacing and Winter is unkind to … Continue reading My character, selon ma maison…

The Coalman is maître chez lui…but does he have his own moat?

According to legend, in the 16th century King Francis I of France presumably lost his way whilst hunting and found himself, late on a Winter’s evening, outside a collier’s hut. Requesting food and lodging for the night, he was admitted by the lady of the house and proceeded to make himself comfortable by the fire (seated in the dwelling’s only chair), whilst awaiting the return … Continue reading The Coalman is maître chez lui…but does he have his own moat?