Tuesday, 31 December 2013

Cro's review of 2013.


2013 began icy cold. Throughout January and February our lives were permanently involved with sawing wood, lighting fires, and keeping those fires fed. It was a huge relief when March turned-up.


It was the year of the tree-house, and when finally finished (above), we were able to concentrate our attention on the barn; and we needed to!

The concrete floor was laid, the septic tank was installed, the orchard mostly planted, and the front door fitted. We've made a good start, but there's so much more to be done.


However, not everything always goes according to plan; blips occasionally turn up unexpectedly. Bok's torn/chewed ear last June being a classic example. Remember this, below? Poor old boy!

                               

Bok, and Monty's new neighbour-friend Iggy Pup also featured quite prominently; in early September he crashed into Lady Magnon whilst playing, and knocked her clean-over. She broke a small bone in her foot and was hobbling for about a month, poor thing; she's still not completely healed. Thank you Iggy!

Summer went well. It was hot and the pool remained at a pretty constant 28 C. For a short while we had four (very well behaved) grandsons in residence all at the same time; not easy to arrange with their parents living at opposite ends of the earth. These two (below) were the first to arrive.

                                

The only downside to our summer was seeing the poor horses without water yet again. I think the 'horse owner' has now been shamed into making some effort, although I still don't think she really understands the basic concepts of 'good horse husbandry'. Sadly, France has a lot to learn about animal care.

Other significant events of the year (to us) have been our oldest son buying his own home (at last), and my own reluctant acceptance of Type 2 Diabetes. I'm taking the pills, trying to be sensible, and keeping my weight down.

One summer event I failed to mention at the time (July) was our village's very own 'illegal' 80's style RAVE PARTY (remember them?). The cops, of course, intervened and some very naughty drugs were found, as well as some naughty alcohol, and several pairs of naughty flared trousers. OK, they probably made too much noise (we could hear it from 5kms away) but this was just 300 kids having some summer fun in the woods. Next time guys, keep the amp' settings down below No 11.

And so I leave our BEST BIT OF NEWS till last. My youngest son Wills and the lovely Kellogg will present us with our 5th grandchild in April (?). What could be better than THAT!

                                

That was our year in brief, and it was a pretty good one. This picture, above, is just to remind myself that summer really does exist, and that it should hopefully return in about 6 months time.

May I wish you all a stress-free, war-free, and disaster-free 2014. And may we all be solvent, and together again, to welcome-in 2015.

My very best wishes to everyone, Cro xx

Monday, 30 December 2013

I (don't) wanna be like you-ou-ou.


                

(This is a re-write from a piece I posted about three years ago).

When I was about 14, I had one of those 'light-bulb moments' that totally changed my life; for the better!

At school we had a communal bathroom with a row of about 8 hand basins; each basin having it's own mirror.

Every morning, myself and a row of similarly aged boys could be seen combing our hair, trying to look like Elvis. We would bend our knees, curl our upper lips, and maybe even sing a few lines from 'Blue suede shoes' as we wetted our locks and fashioned them into a poor imitation of the great man's quiff.

One morning that light-bulb suddenly lit brightly above my head as I looked at my own reflection in horror. What the bloody hell was I doing?

It was like a lightning bolt. I knew that I would NEVER be anything like Elvis; so why bother. I didn't have his looks, I didn't have his talent, and I certainly didn't have his magnetic personality. So why the hell was I trying to imitate his hairstyle?

Everything instantly became clear. I should just be who/what I am, not worry about what I look like, and get on with my life without the weighty bloody baggage of Narcissus gnawing at my heels.

I can honestly say that from that very moment in front of the mirror, I have never worried about what I 'physically' look like.

OK, I've never been 'handsome', but what the hell! It's not held me back in life, nor have I agonised about it. In fact, accepting this reality has liberated me as forcefully as how others must be unconsciously welded to their mirrors.

There is nothing wrong in admiring a film, or pop, star, but to want to be like them is sad. To imitate is flattering, but if by doing so the person imagines that some of their hero's talent will somehow become ascribed to them, then they are being sadly disillusioned.

I remember that very moment in front of the mirror as if it was yesterday; its revelation was truly life altering.


Sunday, 29 December 2013

Happy Birthday Lady Magnon.




First it was Jesus, then it was Monty, and today it's the turn of Lady Magnon. Just like the proverbial London buses; 'birthdays' tend to arrive in groups.

I was very indiscreet this morning; I actually asked her that forbidden question. She assured me that she's 37, which, seeing as we were married well over 40 years ago, I'm finding a little hard to believe.

So, happy 37th birthday my dear, and may there be many more 37's to come.

Love from the ole scruff-bag, Cro xxx


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Saturday, 28 December 2013

Happy Birthday Monty; 3 today.




When we first brought Monty home, he looked like this.


Now that he's a big boy, and weighs over 40 Kgs, he looks like this.

Happy Birthday Monty (and to your 5 brothers, wherever they may be); you're all 3 today.

Shaushages..... Papa xx

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Thursday, 26 December 2013

Après la Fête (No 1)




Verdict.

Turkey: Bloody marvellous.
Roast Spuds: Delicious.
Sprouts: Disappointing.
Chestnuts: Perfect.
Stuffing: Wonderful.
Sauce: Sublime.
Bacon/sausage thingies; Not so good.
Wine (2009 Ch Haut Methee, Gold medal): Excellent. 

Overall: 8/10


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Wednesday, 25 December 2013

Tuesday, 24 December 2013

Dec' 24th.


                                    

It's all done-n-dusted. I've managed to buy a good looking 'properly reared' Turkey, the sprouts are waiting for me up at Haddock's, and all the prezzies are wrapped and ready for distribution. So that's it, if it ain't been bought, it ain't gonna be bought!

Now, on with the fun..... The festivities kicked-off here last night with a pleasant bash chez my friend 'St Theresa of the Floral Tribute'; and with any luck the silliness will continue for the next week or two!

So, have fun, enjoy yourselves, and make it the best Christmas ever. Cro xx


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