Last week I went up to stay at Chabaneix, it is necessary for me to gradually get used to staying there, although it often causes me to feel sad, because time has marched on, and the Creuse has changed even if only slightly, and I have changed a lot, and hate being reminded of the fact through the old photos. Even sadder I think are the photos of ( Read more... )

Everything is more fun if you make it a game I thought ( Read more... )

Memory in itself is an enigma. We imagine that we can recall stuff accurately but when we compare stories with others we discover huge discrepancies, and that is why witness testimony always seems so dodgy. I distrust people who identify a stranger that they once saw from a photo, or can remember which day they saw something, because I certainly ( Read more... )

On the 18th of January I did the final stage of moving when I collected the cats. I had imagined lots of problems, but actually they seemed happy to be here and Marco was very pleased to have them around. Well I say that but then on the second night after they arrived we were all settling down to sleep and he stood up and urinated on the middle of ( Read more... )

I slept until 4 when a ping from the phone woke me and then I couldn’t get back to sleep.
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I returned from work on Tuesday at five fifteen, hot and a bit annoyed, (why would a Post Office close at four thirty, when everything else stays open until seven?) and had barely unloaded the huge sack of cat litter (why do cats that have done their business outdoors for ages now hold it all night in order to use the kittens' litter tray?) when ( Read more... )

A while back I watched "Britain's biggest hoarders" on BBC television and I felt quite uncomfortable. My house is rather cluttered and messy, and I have wanted it to change, but somehow I seem to lack the energy and focus to actually do something about it. I have asked various people to help, but they didn't ever somehow come or agree or whatever. ( Read more... )

Ok, back to normal, i.e. pictures of doubtful quality showing scenes from my somewhat disorganised life.
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Last week Polly found a house for sale on internet, for the incredible price of 28,700€, in the north of the department. An old crossing keeper's cottage, with four rooms, and in need of some renovation, but it seemed to be a possibility for someone who has been dreaming of getting out of the city centre, to somewhere calm with a garden. We ( Read more... )