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Friday, 12 February 2010
About 100 meters south of where I'm sitting, there are six Roe Deer wandering about, looking miserable. The morning papers talk of McQueen's suicide. And I'm supposed to be interested in Bill Clinton's heart.
It's minus 8C, and my terrace has become like an open aviary. Almost every small bird in the village has heard about my hanging seed feeder and net enclosed grease balls, and they are desperate for their share.
This cold makes me lethargic. If I can get the ice off the car's windscreen, I'll go out. Bloody, bloody winter.
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
This is a daily, optimistic, 'photos and comments' blog. I make no judgements (only occasionally), just notes. If you wish to comment in any way at all, please feel free. Everything and everyone (except the obdurate and dictatorial) is very welcome.
I was born just south of London, but for the past 50 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live between an ancient cottage in a tiny village in perfectly tranquil French countryside, and a bijou townhouse in Brighton UK. In France we have plenty of fruit trees, all situated amongst a view that takes the breath away, in the UK we have a handkerchief sized patio. We also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!