Here are some pics from the Fete de Pommes. Aren't they pretty?
This morning I have been on a little trip with Livi's class to the market. We had a little look round and then they each had a vegetable they had to find and buy so they can make soup this afternoon. It was great to see Livi with her little mates, chattering away quite confidently. A couple of times I had to ask her what the other kids were saying (they speak so fast!), feeling like an immigrant grandmother who has never quite learned the language.
On Saturday night we went out. This might not sound very momentous, but as we still haven't found a babysitter, this is quite an event. We went to Film Club - which meant we could take the kids too. It's run by an English couple who every month or so invite loads of Brits round to their house to eat, drinking wine and watch a film. The kids have spaghetti bolognaise and watch their own film in the gite next door, overseen by the local dinner lady. And yes I know we shouldn't just be socialising with English people but sometimes it is nice to speak your own language.
Before going there we went to a friend's (yes we have friends now!) for a drink - he had spent the afternoon hoovering his lawn after the woodman had turned up and then cut the wood down there and then - covering his lawn in sawdust. "As it's turned cold now everyone will be talking about whether or not they've got their wood yet," he said and bizarrely, he was absolutely right. (Ours was supposed to arrive this afternoon but didn't. But then we have quite a lot left over from last winter.) Really strange how different conversations out in the country are. I also spend a lot more time talking about render than I would ever have imagined (in fact I think back in London I probably didn't even know what it was.)
But I am making it all sound much more boring an parochial than it really is - at the mo it is cold but sunny, quite beautiful, we have started to get to know people and I am really enjoying it.
On Sunday we went to Fete de la Pomme in Mirepoix where they build scultpures out of apples (this year it was all musical intrsuments), decorate the square with apples, sell apples and all the restaurants have apple-themed menus. It was great - like something out of The Simpsons - will post some pics later.
Alex has spent the last couple of months chipping the render off the house - all 600 m2 or so of it. This looks like the most boring task imaginable, Alex assures me it is, and it is incredibly dusty and horrible - I'm not even doing it and I still complain about it all the time (so much dust!) He now only has about two days of chipping left and the champagne is on ice. I thought I should include these photos - the one on the roof he took by himself on self-timer which makes me feel very guilty that I have only climbed to the top of the scaffold tower once to look at the roof to say "oooh, lovely." But then it is very high.....