|The red sign says "please don't park on the island"!|
|The red sign says "please don't park on the island"!|
I stopped in at my neighbour's yesterday to see if she needed any help. Her hand was operated on on Thursday and she has to keep it dry for around six weeks (I think), so life's a bit difficult for her at the moment, all the more so since her husband was taken in to hospital on Sunday. She said at the moment she's all set but might need some help tomorrow so she'd let me know. When I asked about her husband she said his operation had gone well (putting more stents into his groin), but he was apparently being pretty obnoxious to some of the nurses, so I guess he's not going to win any popularity contests. He told her he was cold the first night in hospital and when the nurse found him all dressed up in extra clothing the next morning she asked why he didn't press the call button, to which he replied that they should have thought about that and made sure there were extra blankets in the cupboard. Strangely, for some reason I don't think it's a good idea to be rude to people who are either going to be operating on you or taking care of you post-op, but that could just be one of my little foibles. It's odd really because he has never struck me as someone given to being overtly rude as, superficially at least, he is always charming (narc much?), but maybe he's forgotten that he's no longer the director of a big bank and is now just another retired "nobody" like the rest of us! Anyway, I told her to just give me a call and André and I will be only too willing to help!
Then my friend who lives opposite sent me a message to say that she'd been inspired to get going with the walking again but damn it if she hadn't slipped and fallen on the ice and now has knees like two black and blue basketballs! Luckily for her a passing couple stopped and helped her to get home, but while she says she's ok I think I'll be popping over there too tomorrow morning. I actually like the winter but snow - or more precisely, ice - can be lethal can't it!
Then today I got a weird FB message from my sister (apparently). I figured it was a bit suspicious as "she" just sent a Youtube video with no message and that was it. So I gave her a call and of course she'd been hacked. They must have done a pretty good job of it because they'd apparently managed to post a "boob" photo on her home page - which she took down pretty quickly - and she has now changed all her passwords. Bloody hell! I don't intend to get off FB (well not yet anyway) because it's the way I keep in touch with my family, but it does make you think twice doesn't it. So then she told me that on Sunday my brother also had a fall and while he wasn't injured he got completely soaked because he couldn't get up and was just lying there in the snow until they found him. This brother is autistic and every Sunday he goes to my sister's for lunch and, as she says, you can set your watch by him. He arrives every Sunday at 10.10 a.m. and when it got to 10.20 and there was no sign of him she knew something was wrong. For whatever reason she walked into the bedroom that looks out over the back garden and that is when she saw a pair of legs sticking out from behind the garden fence - and there was my brother lying like a beached whale in the snow! As I say, thankfully he wasn't hurt but he couldn't get up as it was so slippery and if she hadn't gone in to that bedroom when she did goodness knows how long he would have laid there. Actually, not long I suspect because him being a creature of such regular habits I'm sure they would have headed out to their car quite quickly to go off looking for him, so I guess being "predictable" does have it's good side!
On Sunday I again drove down to the lake at Passy just to get a bit of walking in and while it was glorious - freezing cold but sunny - I also started having a few regrets when I got over to the far side of the lake in amongst the trees because the path was treacherous. I did think about doubling back but in the end I waddled on like a pregnant penguin and was so thankful when I finally made it back to "dry land"!
|The lake actually froze!|
|Messing around with my new Peakvisor app!|
I mentioned a few posts ago that I follow a FB group that I joined when my husband left. It's kinda sad to see people still going through this crap but a sort of solidarity has seemed to evolve amongst long-time members of the group. I know a few have met up in the US and in Australia and there is even talk about having a larger group meet up and maybe even some solos travelling. Now that sounds right up my alley! I mentioned that I have done 12 solos trips since my husband left and so many people were asking who I went with, what was it like and so on so there is obviously a real interest. Who knows, maybe we can form our own international Meetup group. Anyway, later today someone posted a "karma" post about a police chief from a place called Stinnett in Texas whose fiancée found out that he had been cheating on her with another "fiancée" which, as it turns out, was news to his wife and four kids. As far as they know he had two (maybe three) "fiancées" and potentially a couple of girlfriends also, each of whom were busily planning their weddings and buying rings and so on. These ladies became aware of each other because a friend of one of the ladies knew the guy's daughter and let it be known that he was very much still married, despite producing a supposed marriage annulment document to show to one of the fiancées. So these ladies started working together to piece together his lies and began bombarding the Stinnett police department's FB page with comments (there were nearly 500 comments when I looked). I feel so so sorry for his wife and children, and for the ladies he lied to, of course. They didn't ask for any of this. But sorry for police chief Jason Collier of Stinnett, Texas for the hammering he's getting? Nah, not so much!
And finally, President Macron was supposed to speak to the nation tonight to update us on measures regarding the current covid situation. Anyway it now turns out that he will speak "in the coming days" but there are mixed opinions as to what he will say. Maintain the current rules or new lockdown? Who knows, but I think there is seriously little appetite for a further lockdown. God knows the thought of having to download permission slips in order to go out and being confined to within one kilometre of home again fills me with dread but what can I say, que sera right!
|Carbis Bay, Cornwall|
|Church Cottage, Coddington. Built in the 1600s and the house my |
brother-in-law grew up in. It was totally "renovated" when his parents moved
out and is now a B&B!
André's car has been in the garage this past week to have a few things fixed. One of the parts had to be sent away to the Netherlands to see if it could be repaired, failing which that part alone will cost him around €1,100 to replace! In the meantime we've been pottering along using just my car, which hasn't been a problem in and of itself because André has been working from home and I have about two "outings" a week where I need my car - grocery shopping and trotting down to the recycling centre. Yeah, I know, some of us just live the high life don't we. Anyway, he took my car to run into town the other day and when he came back he told me he had spotted his old girlfriend, Annabel, begging at the entrance to the supermarket. Now I didn't know about any girlfriends before Lily as she was the first one he ever introduced to us, but apparently he dated Annabel - who lives(d?) nearby from about the age of 16. He was telling me tonight that she dumped him to get back with her ex the first time, they got back together again and she dumped him a second time, presumably for her ex again, after which he met Lily. Apparently she called sometime later asking to get back together again but he hadn't bothered answering as he'd had enough of her (aaahhh, young love). Well it turns out that she must have gotten into drugs and has gone totally off the rails. I think she must be the young girl I've spotted begging a few times as I've only ever seen her and a man with a dog begging outside that particular store. He said he was shocked and saddened to see her like that but as he was driving out of the car park he didn't stop and speak to her, and in any case he wouldn't have known what to say!
So then we somehow got talking about his childhood and he told me that "it was an absolute dream". I'm so, so pleased to hear him say that because my memories of my kids' childhood is marred by the screaming matches between me and my ex and the physical violence towards me (but not them), so maybe there were good times before all the bad times kicked in. He said how wonderful it was to grow up in an area with so many mates (there were loads of young boys round here) and having access to the woods, the mountains and the lakes was fabulous. At school he had a great crowd of mates too, and when we got home the first thing he would do was look out the window to see who was outside and then dash off to meet them at la branche (their hidey-hole/meeting place). Again, it gives me so much pleasure to hear him say this because, as I say, I guess my guilt complex only allows me to remember the bad times!
So then I started telling him about how it was the same for me. Oh we were poor all right and I grew up in the inner city as opposed to a small rural village, but in the six row houses where I grew up there were 40 kids, believe it or not, so we always had someone to play with and, being in a city, we always had places to go - the swimming baths, the cinema, the ice rink, the huge central library in our city or, in my case, Birmingham's fabulous natural history museum, which I absolutely loved! It reminded me of Scottish comedian, Billy Connolly, saying how he had the most wonderful time growing up in the Glasgow slums because no matter how poor they were, he always had tons of mates!
As I say, I grew up in social housing where large families were the norm but it seemed everyone looked out for each other and there was much more of a community spirit than there is today. Two doors away from us was the Farley family who were the "rough" ones, but even if some of the boys got into trouble with the police on a regular basis (minor stuff usually), they never gave any of the neighbours any hassle. I giggle when I remember that as my bedroom was at the front of the house I was privy to many a night visit by the police to the Farley family looking for one of the boys. One of the best ones, though, was one night the police rang the doorbell at around 1 a.m. and Mrs. F must have answered the door in the nude and all I heard was one of the police officers saying "of for God's sake woman, put some clothes on will you"!
In other news, the weather here has taken a turn for the worse again and we have a storm blowing a right hoolie at the moment, with more snow forecast, so I don't know if I'll get much - if any - walking done this weekend. But damn it wouldn't you know that I totted up my miles walked tonight and I've totalled 99.85 miles so far this year! So close and yet so far! I'll be spending the weekend alone as André is going to stay over at Jordan and Jen's so they can play guitar and hang out for a while. I think it'll do them both good to break up the covid routine a bit. When I got back from dropping André off (at 18.02h so two minutes past curfew - don't tell anyone), I saw that I'd received an email from the French authorities asking me to stop by their offices in Annecy on 9 February, complete with passport and two photos, in order to finalize my request for my resident's permit. So that's not bad timing at all. After that, I should get my 10-year, renewable permit in about two weeks' time! Yay me!
And finally, did anyone see that sweet story in the news this week about the man in Turkey who was hospitalized and his devoted dog waited for him outside the hospital every day for six days? Oh the family kept taking the dog back home with them but every day he escaped and waited outside the hospital doors until his master came back. How sweet is that?
|Man's best friend!|
After my comment the other day about "marking time" I was somewhat reassured to realize that I'm not the only one that feels this way. I guess it's normal given the horrible times right? So on Monday I decided that if I don't want to stay stuck in a rut I needed to start knocking off some of the stuff on my "to do" list, rather than the just routine stuff of daily living. So I got onto the new website for requesting French citizenship and pulled up the complete list of documents I will require. I knew I had most of them anyway but was missing a copy of my divorce certificate and form P237 from the tax people to prove that I am up-to-date with my income tax. So I downloaded the form from the French government website to request a copy of my divorce certificate, and filled in another form on the tax website requesting said form P237, stating that it was in connection with my request for citizenship - and whadda ya know, the tax people have already gotten back to me with a statement showing my up-to-date tax status for the last three years! Wow, that was fast. The divorce registry will only have received my request today (if I'm lucky) so that will take a little longer, but once I get my carte de séjour (resident's permit) - which hopefully should come soon - I'll be ready to submit my documents for citizenship. I actually prefer doing this stuff online anyway, but it's a shame it set me back 18 months in my timeline. Still, there's not a lot I can do about that and moaning won't change a thing will it!
Yesterday I received my copy of Haute Savoie magazine and was surprised to learn that between 16 and 23 December they had set up 1,300 covid test centres and tested 626,000 people, 29,000 of whom had apparently tested positive!!!! They even organized shuttle buses for rural areas to ensure as many people as possible were tested. Well done whoever was responsible for putting all that together, it can't have been easy!
My neighbour, Isabelle, also seems to be coming out of her "funk" because she's pretty gung-ho about walking at the moment, even though it means trying to fit in a walk during her lunch hour. We're only walking locally during the week because of her work hours, but as the weather has been glorious it's been quite exhilarating and I'm regularly getting in 10-11,000 steps a day!
|We spotted this "tiny home" in the woods near La Bénite Fontaine!|
|Not a very good photo but this is the local day centre for mentally|
challenged/disabled adults and someone decided to build a "Knights of the
Round Table" snowman, complete with sword and armour!
|This is a blurry old photo of Jordan, who must have been about 10,|
coming down to dinner dressed as "Larry Potter", Harry's younger brother!
In July 2019 I sent off a request for an appointment with the French authorities to submit my dossier for French citizenship. I got an automated response and then nothing else but since I knew the delay would be very long I wasn't too worried. I have pretty much everything ready anyway, but two of my papers have to be less than three months old when the file is submitted so I've had to hang fire before getting them - a notarized copy of my divorce and an attestation from the tax people! Then my friend sent off her request in October last year and in the automated reply they said to re-send the email if it was a second request, putting the word "resubmit" in the heading. This she did and they got straight back to her with an appointment for December 2021! So I sent in a "resubmit" email and got bugger all. Then, yesterday I saw on FB that as of 1 January 2021 all paperwork must now be submitted online and the Prefecture in Annecy will no longer be taking appointments. Damn! I've waited, what, 18 months and now this. I looked up the link on the website and it looks pretty easy actually so hopefully if I get the two missing papers I can get that sent off in the next couple of weeks. Just as well really, I suppose, because the pass on my French language exam is only valid two years and then I have to take it again (I guess you forget how to speak French after two years then right)! And all this just to submit your dossier. The actual interview to see if you're integrated into French society will probably take another 2-3 years (seriously), but I suppose that at least gives me time to brush up on French history!
Things are still pretty quiet round here though. André has had two appointments with kitchen companies to see what he wants/can afford to get installed in his new apartment and is quite stoked. Then yesterday - as I handed him a coffee and a piece of cake - he suggested I might like to move in with him when the apartment is ready??? Yeah, right, buddy, it's either that or you learn how to cook right? Still it's been nice having him here and we really have been getting on very well so it's been a definite positive. I suppose, having someone here during this second lockdown has probably made it easier, I guess!
I see on the news that the NRA is in the process of declaring bankruptcy in New York and setting up again in Texas as a "non-profit". New York's Attorney General, Letitia James, has apparently been quoted as saying "you can't escape me with bankruptcy" so I guess there are fun times ahead! Seeing all the security precautions they're taking in D.C. makes me kinda sad though. Of course they would have to have enhanced security with any inauguration, but seeing all the barriers in front of the White House hit me somewhat. When we got married in 1985, after a short stint in a law firm I got a job at the World Bank, which is located just a few blocks away from the White House. So when I had nothing planned at lunch time I would walk down to the park to have my lunch, feed the ducks and sometimes stroll past the WH and there were none of those horrible security fences you see now. I know times change and security has had to be increased everywhere but... Heck where I worked we went from having a few overweight retired firemen posing as security (they were glorified parking attendants really), to being totally fenced in with a kind of "moat" on the lake side to prevent anyone from breaching the security fences, installing turnstiles we had to badge through and real security guards and ex-ray machines located in the main entrance (we used to get the anti-globalisation protesters whenever there were big trade meetings). Maybe the world has become a safer place for it, but it's a sad reflection on today's society isn't it!
In other news, my neighbour and I had planned to go walking yesterday since she has every second Friday off, but the day was wet and grey so we didn't go. Well that's not strictly true because around 4 p.m. the rain eased a little and I decided to get an hour's walk in along the railway line before our new 6 p.m. curfew (in force as of yesterday). Today, however, was totally different. The rain had stopped and the sun poked its nose through the clouds so she called me and asked if I wanted to go out. Sure! I would have liked to go up to La Clusaz but I saw on FB that there had been a landslide half way up the mountain gorge and the road was closed. So I suggested we go to Sixt Fer à Cheval and she said she was up for anything because - much to her shame - in the 18 years that she's lived here they have never been out exploring. Now I'm divorced and God knows my husband and I were at each other's throats at the end (I didn't like his girlfriend), but in the early days we were both very much up for getting out and discovering all there is to see around here - something which her husband just isn't interested in. So we set out and stopped off in Samoens so we could take a quick walk on one of the bridges above where they do white water rafting. I remember being one week away from giving birth and André (then four) went running off towards the bridge saying "look mommy, big", and when I got there I almost fainted as the drop over the side of the bridge was about 100 feet! He wasn't in any danger as he couldn't climb that high and I was only a few lumbering metres behind him but I got a fright anyway!
|You can't really tell from this angle,|
but this is a shot taken over the side of the bridge
and the drop is about 100 feet!
We tried to get up to the waterfall called Cascade du Rouget but the road was blocked part way up so maybe we can have shot at it another day by walking up - there just wasn't time today! It was such a pleasure to take Isabelle up there though because she kept saying "thank you so much for bringing me up here, it's fantastic" - and it really is!
When we got to the end of the gorge we parked up and managed to fit in a 90 minute "trudge" through the snow. If you stuck to the main paths it was okay but go slightly off to the side and you sank up to your knees in the snow, so we both agreed that we'd go looking for snow shoes this week so that we can go back and head out further. It was quite fascinating (to me at least) that in places where something had made a hole in the snow it was actually blue inside and so pretty. And "blue" definitely beats "yellow" as in "never eat the yellow snow" (dog pee)! When we got back from our walk we stopped off and had a glass of mulled wine but we really couldn't hang around too long (a) because of the curfew and (b) because when the sun went behind those mountains it got cold and dark really quickly!
|Don't go off piste!|
On the way back we just had time to stop in at Picard, the nicest frozen food store around here, where we picked up "truffled mashed potatoes" and ice cream to take home. Isabelle kept saying how much she'd enjoyed herself. I think she's frustrated actually because she has a very stressful job (she's the main breadwinner) and would like to get out and do things during her time off but the kids aren't interested and sadly neither is her husband - although he's a really nice guy. Oddly enough as we were walking back to the car we were both saying how we often don't feel like we've achieved anything. We both cook and clean and keep our homes up but rarely feel like we achieve anything other than the mundane stuff. Maybe other people feel like that too, I don't know, but I sometimes get this odd feeling that I'm just "marking time" somehow and I don't like it. Maybe if we keep plugging away at the walking it will help us both!
When I'd made dinner I saw that Shrek was on TV so André and I sat and watched it. Gosh Eddie Murphy was wonderful as Donkey! I remember one time switching the DVD over to Spanish to see how the Spanish Donkey handled it and I have to say he was also brilliant. In any case André and I had a good laugh. After that Bill Nighy was continuing his documentary series on the world's most beautiful railway journeys and in this episode he was in Sri Lanka, and more specifically Kandy. Gosh that brought back some memories. While not being able to travel hasn't bothered me too much, and goodness knows I've saved an absolute fortune because I haven't been able to take any trips, I must admit I'm quite looking forward to when this bloody pandemic is over and I can scratch the itch that is the travel bug once again!
The French Prime Minister spoke to the nation tonight to announce an extended curfew from 6 p.m. to 6 a.m. throughout the entire country as from Saturday in order to try to bring the covid numbers down further. The situation will be reviewed again in two weeks and there have been rumours of weekend lockdowns being introduced or even another total lockdown if the new variant covid continues to gain ground. André was saying that they are trying to discourage people from socializing for an apéro before the 8 p.m. curfew so that's why they've extended the curfew to 6 p.m!
|"Due to the new lockdown, exceptionally 'apéritif' time|
has now been brought forward to 9 a.m."!
I told him if they do introduce weekend lockdowns it'll be just me and him and won't it be fun spending time discussing politics together (not - we have very different political views)!
On Tuesday night we got our first real snowfall of the season - about eight inches I would guess - but by the next morning temperatures had risen enough to have thawed most of the snow on the roads, but still leaving great pools of slush! Great fun! I was leaning out my bathroom window watching the snow falling when I noticed paw prints that had me somewhat intrigued, so André and I were trying to think of an animal that has four linear legs that "hops" about half a metre every fifth step! I don't know - the gaps between the sets of prints had me intrigued, or could it just be that covid isolation is getting to me!
I guess maybe I am getting bored since little things seem to amuse me at the moment. My sewing teacher sent our group a picture of a car covered in heavy snow and I commented could you imagine getting home late at night piddled out of your brains and seeing that? No? So I guess it's just me then!
My neighbour told me about a new store that has opened up selling imported Italian produce so I decided to check it out when I went out shopping. It was bloody cold though (-4°C) and when I went to wipe my hands on the disinfectant wipes I keep in my car I opened up a packet of solid ice instead. I guess I'll have to keep them in my purse for the time being! The store was nice and I'll be interested to see if their fruit and veg have the wonderful taste of the stuff we buy in the market in Turin as the season advances. If so, it'll be a definite "yes" from me. After that I went on to my usual produce store - which is also lovely - and yet again I bumped into Chantal - she of the long fur coat and shedload of make-up. This is the third time I've bumped into her while shopping so I might have to change my shopping routine I guess. I don't understand why but yet again she had on six inch stiletto heels and came skidding into the shop through the snow and slush like an Olympic speed skater! Compare that to me with my thick winter boots and newly-acquired Yaktrax! I guess one of us is doing something wrong then! A few years ago we had another colleague who frankly made Chantal look "understated" and she was the same. Weighed about 200 kg and always wore stiletto heels, whatever the weather. Of course one day she fell on the ice and broke her ankle and when the work's doctor gently suggested she lose some weight (and offered to get her help to do so) and wear appropriate footwear for the snow she went ballistic. Then she tried to claim for a cleaning lady on the medical insurance and tried to have leave days recredited to her for Christmas because "everyone else got to enjoy themselves at Christmas and I didn't"! And this despite the fact that no leave days had been debited from her account because we closed over Christmas. There is a mentality amongst certain people that your employer "owes" you so much and these two were the specialists!
|Much as I like Sarah Jessica Parker, what this picture doesn't|
show are the aides basically carrying her to her car!
I've been keeping up with the walking even though I haven't been too enthused lately, and Isabelle and I are planning to go out again tomorrow despite snow being forecast. She's quite keen and since she has the day off I'm up for going if she is. Other than that there's not much going on. Oh I'm doing a lot of cooking and André can sure put the food away (hollow legs I think). I told him if he keeps going like this he'll have to get the doors widened in his new apartment to get his belly through! I finally managed to finish sealing all the windows and doors, putting in new sealant strips on every one. To be honest it wasn't a very difficult job but I'd just do one door then forget about it for a while and so on, but at least they're all done now. And I finished my latest 1,000 piece wasgij - you know, "jigsaw" backwards. To be honest, when I first start doing it it's a pain in the butt and very frustrating, but once I've plugged away at it for a few hours and the pieces start slotting into place it ends up very satisfying. Would you believe I got all the way to the end - so 999 pieces fitted in - and one bloody piece was missing! Then I remembered that Jen had knocked a few pieces on the floor so I looked under the sofa where she was sitting and voilà, I found the last piece. Think I'll give it a rest for a while now though!
|The picture on the box!|
|The finished puzzle!|
As I mentioned previously, all of France has been under a 20h - 6h curfew for the last few weeks, with 15 département (states/counties) in the east of the country having their curfew extended to 18h - 6h because of the covid situation. I was fairly sure Haute Savoie, where I live, would become subject to the extended curfew when the situation was reviewed this week but somehow we seem to have "slipped through" and get to maintain the later curfew. A curfew is still a curfew of course, but I can live with this one (well I don't have much choice really do I)!
It's probably the time of year but I seem to be really tired at the moment for some reason, although goodness knows I haven't been doing anything exciting to warrant it - apart from nearly burning the house down yesterday! Well not really, but I did manage to start a stupid fire in the garden! Ya see, I'd been working in the basement again yesterday evening and decided that it was finally time to get rid of some of the paperwork concerning the house we owned in Florida. We bought it in 1999 with a view to renting it out and sold it, finally, in 2003 because I was fed up of the work involved in maintaining a rental that was so far away and I didn't want to have to spend every vacation we ever had in that house. So we sold it. Anyway, yesterday I pulled out the files relating to the purchase and sale of the house and while I will obviously keep those papers, I felt it would be ok to get rid of the files relating to the holiday rentals. Rather than lugging them all upstairs and putting everything through the shredder I decided I could just as easily burn it in the composter at the bottom of the garden, thinking that the ash would be a good addition to the compost. So I started putting in a few sheets of paper and over time it took off a little, although why I choose to do this kind of stuff at nine in the evening, in the pitch black and -4°C I have no idea! Still, it was moving along quite nicely until I came out of the garage and suddenly realized that there was a helluva a lot more flame than a few measly sheets of paper would warrant. Well it turns out that the actual composter had started to burn! I know!!! I reckoned with all the rotting veg in there it was quite safe and never thought for a minute that the bloody plastic bin itself would start to give up the ghost but it did! I had a bucket of water in the garage and put the fire out post haste and with it being at the bottom of a frost covered garden there was no real danger that anything would catch fire but still I reckon it'll be fun explaining that to the neighbours next time they go to throw stuff in the compost!
I've been pretty good about keeping up with the walking so far, just missing one day when I got back from shopping so late that it was starting to get dark and I don't like walking in the dark round here because there are no street lights. The other day I took myself off on the longer Tour de Saint Sixt walk and was pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn't as hard going as I imagined it was going to be. I was a bit surprised though when I was trudging up a path through the woods and a deer came hurtling past me because it would seem that I had taken him (or more likely "her") by surprise, rather than the other way around. Considering how much I huff and puff up that path I can only assume that that deer's survival instincts were a bit rusty or she might have needed a new battery for her hearing aid! But while that was a lovely sight it suddenly dawned on me that it might just still be hunting season - which generally runs from September to February-ish and I probably should have had a yellow jacket on even if I was on a public footpath. And then I got to thinking about how lucky I was that it was a deer that had crossed my path and not a wild boar, so I starting scouting out trees to make a possible run for it if a bad tempered boar decided to come running at me. So while everything worked out well and I got a good walk in, it probably wasn't the best thought-out plan I have ever made!
That being said, a better plan was put into action today when my neighbour called to check if I was still up for going out walking with her. We set off to one of my favourite little lakes at Thyez and when we got to the end of my usual one hour circuit I showed her the notice board where four different "fun run" circuits were laid out. It was odd because the maps were actually upside down compared to where we were standing in relation to the river but once we (she) figured that out we decided to do the shortest of the four walks along the river. And it was really nice, I mean, with all that yacking neither of us really noticed how far we had walked nor how cold it was (-3°C). Isabelle had five layers of top clothing on to my three but we were both comfortable and ended up getting in a good eight mile walk all told (plus a bit of messing around on the exercise machines dotted along the river)!
|The lake at Thyez|
|Photographs dotted around some of the |
bridges we had to cross!
|Isabelle trying out the exercise machines|
just before we got back to the car!
|Our route - the shortest one!|
Isa is all motivated to keep going (as much as she can while still working) so it'll be nice to have company when she is available. My car has to go in for its contrôle technique (MOT in the UK) on Tuesday and as it's right next door to a sports shop I'm going to go and look for some Yaktrax, which are kinda like snow chains you put over your boots for walking on the snow and ice! There'll be no excuse for not getting out there walking after that will there!
After dinner this evening I saw that there was "30th birthday" tribute for Mr. Bean, since it was 30 years ago that he first appeared on our TV screens. He was/is incredibly silly and funny, particularly at the beginning, but what is so interesting is that the real Mr. Bean (Rowan Atkinson) is much better looking in real life, very intelligent (he is a chemical engineer by training) and so very well spoken. So happy birthday Mr. Bean, it's been fun!
As usual, there's not much going on here for obvious reasons. At the moment I'm listening to Boris on TV announcing a complete lockdown in England again, just a couple of days after the same was done in Scotland. President Macron is going to speak to the nation on Thursday I believe so I guess we'll see what he has to say then! One thought that did cross my mind though is that given that there has been significant activity in and around Prestwick Airport (Scotland), it would appear that Trump might be planning on flying to Scotland ahead of the inauguration. The thing is, Scotland is in complete lockdown for the next month so I wonder if he will still go. Even if he does rock up (poor Scotland) I have no doubt whatsoever that he will disregard lockdown rules anyway (see Mar-a-Lago). Hell, show him a rule and he'll show you how to trample all over it right?
I was talking to my sister in England this weekend and she was saying that despite all the trumpeting about how smoothly the new Brexit situation is running, the truth might be somewhat different. Her daughter works for Brittany Ferries, which has ferry routes all over Europe, but mainly to France. She only deals with freight trucks and was saying that the truck drivers are doing their nut because they have been given conflicting information about what paperwork they now need to enter the EU. Add to that, Kent has now seemingly introduced a £300 congestion charge which they sprung on the truckers at the last minute while they were stacked along the motorways, so they're not only getting hammered by additional paperwork but also additional, unforeseen charges. In Poole, where my niece works, access to the port is through small back streets so they are having to stop the trucks well away from the port in order to verify paperwork. Talk about stressful! Then today I've been reading about Brits resident in the EU who have been denied access to their flights in the UK while trying to get back home because certain airlines have insisted that their proof of residence in their chosen country is no longer valid. This seems to have been more the case with Sweden, Holland and Spain, but I have to say the British Embassy in Paris have been very much on the ball trying to ensure Brits trying to get home to France are able to do so without hassle. "Piss up" and "brewery" does spring to mind though. One thing's for sure, I won't be leaving France for the foreseeable future unless something very major happens!
André was a bit bored on Sunday so took himself for a drive up to La Clusaz - and he said the place was packed. None of the ski lifts are open but people are doing cross country, snow-shoeing or just walking in the mountains, although he did see a few brave souls actually climbing to the top of the slopes in order to at least get one downhill run in (sooner them than me). He also said the restaurants seemed to be doing a roaring trade in mulled wine and take-away snacks (good for them), but since the car park in La Clusaz was actually full he drove further up the mountain to a lovely spot called the Lac des Confins and had a walk up there! It's one of my favourite spots!
|Chalet du Lac - picture l'Internaute|
|Lac des Confins - pictures Carcalons Ensemble|
I've been very good about going out walking so far (I'm 4 or 4), even if it is only for an hour locally. As luck would have it, I got talking to my neighbour, Isabelle, the other day and she was moaning about (a) her weight and (b) the fact that her husband and kids never want to go out walking/exploring and she is itching to get out there. So long story short, it looks like I might have found myself a walking buddy. While I'm happy to go out alone, it is nice to have company sometimes too. She is still working so it would only be on occasional Fridays and at the weekend but I'm happy with that. So yesterday I took her down to the lake at Passy and although it was overcast and very cold we managed to get a good couple of hours walking in. It's a shame it wasn't as pretty as it is when the sky is clear but I'm sure we'll go back again! We also had the foresight to take thermos flasks with tea as it was so cold, and by the time we'd gotten back to the car and it had started snowing, we managed to steam up all the windows in my car with the tea. I bet that gave any passing walkers something to talk about!
|Me looking like a lephrechaun!|
|The view towards the beach|
|Two packs of 100 (20g) envelopes at €1.08 per stamp|
|One pack of 100 (50g) envelopes at €2.16 per stamp!|
Happy new year everyone. I guess we all hope it'll be better than 2020, and while you can't flip a switch and make everything hunky dory immediately, like everyone else I'm so so ready for this pandemic to be over! I had a quiet night in on my own on new year's eve, which is just the way I like it anyway. The kids went to friends - Jordan and Jen stayed over with another couple - so just four people there - and André went to Max's house and stayed over - so just three in that group. I could relax because I knew they weren't on the roads driving, even though they are sensible. More to the point, we've had a curfew in France for the last few weeks, so between the hours of 20h and 6h we are not allowed to be out, unless there is a valid reason for it. I'm guessing/hoping, therefore, that there were fewer deaths on the road last night because of it so that would be one positive to come out of this bloody pandemic. There have even been talks about lengthening the curfew in certain regions from 18h to 6h but I haven't heard any more about it as yet. Crikey, if this keeps up we'll be allowed to get up in the morning, have breakfast and a pee and then be told to go back to bed!
At midnight I stuck my head out the window to watch the fireworks and I may be imagining it but it seemed to me that there were more fireworks going off than usual. I guess people with big gardens then. I could hear the fireworks in the mountains behind my house, which was lovely as they really echo and sound just like thunder! Other than that I didn't do much. I spent a fair bit of time looking at recipes on Youtube but finally had the bright idea to write the ones that interest me in a notebook and where I spotted them. I have so many recipes I think I might like to try and then can never remember where I saw them! So it only took me how many years to figure that out?
Then I got sucked down the rabbit hole of watching videos about scammers. There was a lovely Youtuber in the Czech Republic showing people how tourists get scammed, particularly in Prague. Then I moved on to an American anti-scammer who used to set himself up to get calls from "Bill Jones" or "Jane Smith" from Amazon or Microsoft to get the "$500 reimbursement they needed to send him". Oddly enough Bill Jones and Jane Smith often had Indian accents or spoke fluent Bangladeshi! Anyhow, he would use a fake screen and "accidentally" allow them to delete all his icons and files and then try to blackmail him into buying Apple gift cards to the tune of $500 before they would "reinstall his computer". The thing is, while they were messing around on his screen he was getting into their computers and deleting their files and/or changing their passwords! In one particular instance he deleted over 2,000 of the scammer's files while pretending to be filling out the required reimbursement form. Incidentally that is how we found out that this particular lot were Bangladeshis because a few commentators translated the cussing that was going on in the background. He obviously loved what he was doing and listening to him laugh while he was playing them at their own game was a treat!
Another anti-scammer was named Jim Browning (I think) and who, I would guess, is from Northern Ireland, judging by his accent. I have no idea how he does what he does - of course I don't. I think I'm a genius for being able to log my walks in excel in km and convert them to miles! Anyhoo, he allows himself to be set up in the same way as the previous guy but while he's playing along with them he is also checking out who they are scamming at the same time. One time he saw that they were in the process of scamming a guy in Canada and watched as he eventually logged into his bank account with Wells Fargo, even though he was rightly very wary. At this point the scammers basically created an interactive picture of his bank account which "showed" them wiping out nearly $9,000 of his savings. It hadn't happened of course but it certainly looked like it had. So the Canadian guy, realizing that he has been scammed, immediately does what they tell him to do and goes to the nearest store to buy four $500 Apple gift vouchers. Now the clerk at the store queried this and tried to stop him but he was so distressed that he said he had no choice. At this point Jim Browning was able to get through to him on the telephone and explain what was happening, that the scammers had not been able to take his savings and walked him through what he needed to do to block them. The distress in this man's voice was palpable so I'm sure he now worships the ground Jim Browning walks on. He also contacted another lady who had sent $38,000 to "a company in Thailand" and when he tried to warn her and her bank she left him a phone message basically telling him to mind his own business. He even managed to send her pictures of the "Thai" guy she spoke to proving that he was actually an Indian but she wouldn't have it. That is, until about a month later, when she got back to him and apologized as she had indeed been scammed. So that, as you can see, is how I ended up staying up until 1.30 a.m. last night!
In other news, thank you for the sweet comments about my mom's lovely knitting. She was indeed a wonderful knitter but she couldn't sew to save her life. As was proven one day when the zip on my dad's black work pants went and she put a new one in as best she could but forgetting to locate it underneath the little flap that covered it and the zip was white - because that was the only one she had! Frankly I'm surprised my dad wasn't struck by lightening in the crown jewels! Then my dad used to like to take my brother-in-law's old police trousers to use as work pants because they were so comfortable. Problem was, my brother-in-law was quite a bit taller and slimmer than my dad, so my mom cut about eight inches off the bottom (again sewing them up with white thread!) and split the seam down the back, cut a triangle from a different fabric and sewed it in to make it fit. My poor dad! I would have thought he might have been the laughing stock but I reckon all the men were pretty much in the same boat, to be honest!
Finally, the other day I went shopping to the Fresh store that I love so much. Just as I was about to walk in I spotted a woman in a long, floor length fur coat, three trowels full of make-up and a bird's nest hair do - she looked like a mobile bearskin rug - and I just knew, knew it was Chantal! You know, the woman who sent my tax information to the tax authorities and who told me it was easy for me to retire as I earned more than her but then went on to tell me how she went to Italy every weekend clothes shopping. Yes, that Chantal! Anyway I tried looking inconspicuous in my jeans and ski jacket (the same as everyone else in the shop except for Chantal) and hiding behind the cauliflowers for a good while because all she ever does is whinge and I just wasn't in the mood. In the end, I knew I couldn't avoid her forever so had to walk up and say hi. And that was when I spotted Mrs. Tupperware, so called because she used to sell - you guessed it! Now I have more time for this lady as she has had some truly sad events in her life but she also never shuts up, is incredibly nosy and indiscreet and bangs on about people I've never met and have no idea who they are! So I introduced the two of them, and ended up becoming a human tennis net stuck between Chantal and Mrs. Tupperware playing the final volley of "I was there for 31 years and they treated me like shit" and "and then I spoke to Marie-Jo and she thought she might have given it to Guy but Guy said he hadn't seen her that night". Neither of them were interested in what the other was saying, and just talked over each other. And to think, all I wanted to do was buy a cauliflower!
|Probably a good impression of what Chantal looked like,|
minus the top hat!
|How everyone else was dressed!|