++ The Husband spent Saturday with a giant weed wacker clearing a path into the garden as he whacked along. It’s nowhere near finished yet but at least we can actually see what’s what now. For example, we have a wine barrel. Why is there a wine barrel in my back garden? I have no idea, but it’s mine now. We also found a huge bone of some kind. We’re thinking maybe cow and that the people that used to live here had a really large dog, or perhaps a pet lion.
++ Every single box has been unpacked. Now if I can only find places to put everything, I’ll be all set.
++ Despite his best effort Mr. London did not win the French rugby championship over the weekend but he played his little heart out right to the very end and I’m proud of him. I’m even more proud of him though, for heading to Corsica today to walk across the island to raise money for sick children. If you’re feeling in anyway generous and would like to help Mr. London and a bunch of other rugby players raise money for children in need, you can do so, by clicking here (and if you do, and you have a problem understanding the website in French email me at firstname.lastname@example.org, and I’ll help you out… anything for the kids)
++ It turns out that my house was a barn hundreds of years ago. If you would have told me that one day I would be living in a barn in France, I’m pretty sure I wouldn’t have believed you.
++ Papa has announced that he is taking Fifty hunting for wild boar next fall, and to this I say: OVER. MY. DEAD. BODY. Can you really see Fifty hunting wild boar? I can’t either.
++ Living in the new LPV may be detrimental to my figure. Everyday when I pick up the baguette at the Boulangerie, I pick up a chocolate chip cookie too (yes, I choose the cookie over the pain au chocolate because I’m 100% pure Americana like that).