Slush. Actual slush today and high winds. We’re in for it now.
I tried to respond to one of your blogs; but after 20 minutes of changing my password and copying out 10 different codes I gave up. So I’m copying it here. ( It was the blog where you complained – yes, yes, I know. It’s hard to believe, but you actually complained about something!) and I’m responding to the complaint:I love these weeks before Christmas. I love hearing ‘Little Drummer Boy”, and “It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas” as I walk along the streets of Montpellier in 18°C weather under a bright blue sky with a mistral blowing. I love the smile on the girl at the cash desk at the 2 euro store because she’s already getting into all the joy of the people buying 2 euro junk to decorate their places for Christmas.I love all the hope there. It is indeed the most wonderful time of the year. No earplugs for me. But then again, I live above a bar. But you know that. lynn