Each night we are serenaded by a frog chorus from across the track. There appears to be a disused, above-ground swimming pool that all the frogs congregate at for a bit of choir training. We can’t see them but we can definitely hear them and it sounds like they are having a whale of a time!
Exciting arrival: our first airmail letter from the UK! There’s nothing like getting a bit of snail mail these days, and I must attempt a trip to the ‘La Poste’ office myself tomorrow to send some things in the opposite direction over the channel.
The last few days have been a mixture of computer versus garden. I am very sorry to say that the final hours are dawning for my lovely Macbook who has given me many years of joy and annoyance! The battery pack is so swollen that it rocks as I type, the mouse pad has a very irritating click as I use it and the fan runs a constant whirring sound-but despite all of that I will miss it. I am upgrading to George’s old MacBook Pro and have been preparing for the transfer by trawling through all of my files and photographs – this is proving to be a full time job in itself.
The garden has been a welcome distraction from this. I have been working on the pots outside the front of our house, turning and adding new soil and planting petunias in an array of purples and white. I have also harvested and planted some basil seeds so I hope to see the fruits (or leaves!) of my labour in due course.
The nights are cold at the moment so we have been making use of the fire in the snug whilst trying to practice our French by listening to Michel Thomas recordings, French radio or using our Duolingo and Rosetta Stone apps. Nous améliorons mais c’est la lenteur des progrès!
