It's Me, Sara Louise

{I failed to take a photo of the inch of snow… sorry}

Bonjour mes amis! (or bonsoir, or bonne nuit… whatever suits)

My house is quiet. My mother left yesterday (On her birthday! But it’s kind of OK because we had celebrated on Saturday, and then again on Monday). And with the birthday girl gone, Fifty and I aren’t too sure what to do with ourselves. (That’s not entirely true… we have to pack away the Christmas decorations… they’re down, but still not packed, and Fifty’s lack of thumbs mean that it will all probably be left up to me… again… boo.)

It snowed yesterday. But not a thick blanket of snow, only about an inch, which is pretty boring. I had high hopes for the snow because on our drive back from the TGV in Aix (where we said goodbye to my mom) the snow was bucketing down, and I was sure that the winter wonderland I’ve been waiting for had finally arrived. It hadn’t. I guess I’ll put away the Butler’s Hot Chocolate for another day. Boo.

So that’s me… popping in to say a quick and clumsy coucou to all.

It feels weird here now without a tree or the stockings or my mom. I guess I’ll have to go ahead and join 2013 with the rest of the world. Boo.