Hello and welcome to the latest blog of the Olivia Rose Diaries on 24th December 2021.
We left our housesit with the menagerie of animals a week ago, had a couple of days back at Le Shack, and are now at another housesit until January 5th. This time round we are looking after two crazy kittens, two cats, one poodle and two chickens.
I am writing this blog sat in front of a blazing fire, with the Christmas tree covered in baubles in one corner of the room. A tiny feline face pokes out from within the branches, eyes fixed upon a silver bauble reflecting in the lights. Out comes a paw, it hooks around the bauble and tosses it into the air and, as it rolls along the ground, the kitten launches itself from the tree and chases it gleefully round the back of the sofa. The tree has one of those ‘shall I/shan’t I?’ moments, decides it might as well accept the inevitable and topples to the ground. I think about pushing it back into an upright position for the third time in the last quarter of an hour and decide it can stay where it is.
We drove into Bergerac on Wednesday, our first visit to a reportedly pretty town. It was indeed attractive, with old medieval buildings and narrow streets which normally we love to wander around. However, wearing a mask tends to lessen the simplest of pleasures and, whilst I endure them indoors for doing the food shopping, I have a problem wearing them outside. On this particular day it just ruined the whole experience so we didn’t stay long. I detest masks. Nothing will ever feel normal about wearing one, particularly outside in the fresh air, and I hope it never does. If I ever get to the point where I think these things are normal then I have given up on my old life, a much better life.
We decided that we would spend most of our time here away from the towns and tourist attractions, walking and cycling to empty villages where we could breathe in the fresh air without a mask stuck to our faces.
And in the evenings and rainy days I shall push on with writing my next book and Michael has returned to his drawing, as you can see below.
I’ll leave you with two pictures, the first being my favourite Christmas decoration – a cheery chap if ever there was one, a slightly weird cross between a pirate and Santa.
And the second is the answer when life gets tough.
I hope you are spending this Christmas with your loved ones and can take a break from all the uncertainty of these difficult times. I am sure next year will be better. As my grandmother used to say ‘I feel it in my water’. Now where on earth did that saying come from? I probably don’t want to know!
The lovely lady who lives here left us a bottle of champagne, and yet more chocolates, so we shall raise a glass to you all on Christmas Day. As you’re not here, we’ll have to eat all the chocolates ourselves. Sorry.
Bon Noel. See you next year.
Mary-Jane and Michael