The tele's gone on the blink and it's because we're trying to save the planet. I rang Darty and told them that because we were trying to save the planet by turning the tele off rather than leaving it on stand-by, the on/off button had been used way beyond its capacity, and had given up the ghost.
Luckily, when I bought the tele, I had taken out the 5-yr extended guarantee recommended by the salesman who must have known that teles in the houses of young boys are subjected to more than their fair share of rough treatment, and so as to avoid expensive repairs, an extended guarantee is worth two in the bush, as it were. Added to that, you get preferential service, which means it's quick. The guy is coming tomorrow with a new on/off switch.
You might think that we would be in despair at the prospect of a tele-free weekend, but no, we are made of sterner stuff than that. One reason for my relaxed attitude was that it was a boy-free weekend, so the darlings would be tele watching chez their dad and would just have to cope with Monday morning pre-school. Hardly a gargantuan effort...
Me? I was having a party, so spent Saturday moving friends, shopping, and flaking in bed being ill, as you do when you have a party. I had spent Friday afternoon in bed too, so I was not being a slacker, I assure you. When I came back downstairs for a cuppa, the room was transformed and clean, thanks to the RA (ResidentAdolescent) white tornado.
I had invited a few friends for a pot luck apero. This 'pot luck' term is one I've picked up from working with Americans. In the UK I think we'd refer to it as PBAD, as opposed to PPAB ('please bring a dish'? and 'please bring a bottle') although PBAD doesn't preclude PBAB as well. It did mean I wasn't having a fit of the vapours moving friends, being ill, and preparing a party for 15 all on my tod-some.
We finished putting up the lights, moved the furniture around, made some spectacularly delicious mulled wine, and yes, I did add a clementine stuck with cloves à la Jamie Oliver on the Sainsbury's advert but I'm not sure it made a lot of difference; and put out charcuterie and various bits and bobs. It was a very jolly evening and a lovely start to the Christmas season.
Today, we braved the centre of Montpellier with a quaking credit card for the annual purchase of glacé clementines. The woman who served me recognised me from last year, but didn't add an extra one for being such a fidèle client... The Polygone shopping centre was open as were many other shops, and we strolled around the Christmas market on the Place de la Comedie. We went over lunch time, wisely, because by the time we left at 3.30pm, the place was heaving and the carpark was full. Along the edge of the Esplanade is a row of flower shops where I bought some holly to adorn my DRK paintings, and mistletoe (hehe).
When we got back, we started packing presents, especially ones for the boys, taking advantage of their absence. Naturally, as soon as they bounced back in after a fun weekend with dad, they wanted to open the presents immediately.
They were quite put out when I said no!
Tell me, why is the only place you hear lovely Christmas music in the form of Christmas carols over the speakers of the local Intermarche?