1. The photos in this edition were taken between October and December 2009.
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Stunning isn’t it? Every time life in France kicks my tuchus and I’m feeling a bit blue, I take a deep breath and go for a walk. Looking around at the scenery, it doesn’t take long before I’m in a better mood. I heart The Luberon.
Sweet, sweet Vicky
, I miss her so. This photo was taken within the first couple of weeks of adopting Fifty. She’d wait outside our front door for me to come out and take Fifty on his walk and then she’d come with us. She like mothering him. I think maybe because she had given birth to so many puppies, and didn’t get to mother a single one. Now that’s a sad thought. Let’s move on to something more cheerful… like Christmas!
This is La Petite Notre Dame at Christmas time. That sad looking tree is pretty much all the Christmas spirit Le Petit Village gets. That, and one sorry excuse for a string of Christmas lights, haphazardly hung across the main street. It’s so pathetic it makes Charlie Brown look like a Christmas champ. The LPV needs a Christmas Committee and I think I should crown myself Queen of it.
The quality of this photo isn’t the best but I love it anyway. It’s me with two of my best French girlfriends (Honey’s Honey is missing, but in fairness, she wasn’t in the picture yet); Gregory’s childhood sweetheart, The Croupier (her baby is due in November…. it’s a girl!) on the left and Candy, Brother-in-Law’s ex-girlfriend is in the middle. (Candy and Brother-in-Law were together for five years until he cheated on her with Child Bride. She’s ridiculously sweet and Gregory treats her like his little sister, which basically means any guy she dates is teased and tortured. Consequently, she doesn’t bring boyfriends around to meet us anymore.)
That’s me letting my inner child out to play in a park in Auvergne
. I can’t help it, whenever I come across a playground, I want to play. Luckily there weren’t any pesky children about to get in my way.