Tag: Honey’s Honey
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Brazil Day {le jour}
Here’s the thing about Brazil Day. It’s madness. Pure, unadulterated madness. Not as much the event itself but the happenings surrounding it. You know that song from Love Actually, Love Is All Around? Yeah, well, if it had been written about The LPV it would have been called, Crazy Is All Around. Experiencing Brazil Day…
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stung
The Honeys produce over thirteen tons of honey a year. That’s a whole lot of honey, especially when you consider that’s there’s only three of them harvesting it (Mr. & Mrs. Honey and Honey Jr… but soon Honey’s Honey will join them), so it’s no surprise that they need a little help from time to…
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weekend
Did you know that the French word for weekend is week-end? Yep… week-end. I guess throwing that dash in there makes it a bit more French like. Who knows. Either way, I had a très bon week-end. It started off the way all weekends should start… deliciously. (Whenever I think about the word weekend, I think…
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Raclette Season
Well it’s official, winter is here. OK, I’m sure you’re thinking to yourself, “now hold your horses Sara Louise, winter doesn’t start until December 21st” and you would be right, except in Le Petit Village (and the Southern Hemisphere of course). Here in The LPV winter starts when the Raclette starts and the first Raclette…
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Cassis, I ain't mad at ya
{waiting for the runners} (continuing on from this post…) The mistral howled all through the night. Now, I’m well used to a howling mistral. My old house in the original LPV and the mistral used to go toe to toe quite a bit, but this Marseille mistral sounded particularly angry (we saw on the news…
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lickity split
++ That’s Fifty’s nemesis sitting on the window ledge all high and mighty. I’m not a fan either, but I do admire his balance. ++ Brazil Day was on Wednesday. I’m sure you’re thinking… wait a second, wasn’t Brazil Day a month ago… and you’d be right, it was, but that last Brazil Day wasn’t…
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the way we were
{BFFs} ++ Honey Jr and Honey’s Honey came over for l’apéro Thursday evening. Fifty was so excited when I told him and as soon as he heard their car driving up, he started F R E A K I N G out. His tail was moving so fast I thought he was going to take off. …
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