It is just after midnight. In a few hours I expect I will be flying to Carcassonne in southern France. However, snow is on the weather menu here and it's also on the menu in the foothills of The Pyrenees. It will be a relief just to get there.
The cats will be waiting for me. French cats. They are not quite the same as English cats. English cats are generally chummy and easy-going but French cats are highly strung and temperamental. I wonder if I will have speak to them in French? "Venez ici mon petit chat! C'est le temps de votre dejeuner!"
I am not sure how I will fill my time but the days will surely pass and what is more I hope to blog from my brother's remote farmhouse. I am taking a copy of "Sons and Lovers" by D.H.Lawrence. I can't even remember if I read it in my youth but that hardly matters.
Au revoir mes amis!