Feels like the festive season has already started, the over-eating side anyway. We currently have a house guest (actually probably two, but more of that later). Ms M is back in Lyon to finalize the sale of her flat, and is taking us out to a rather nice restaurant tonight to say thanks for the minor chore of occasionally going over to check it was ok during the year it has lain empty. And also for selling a couple of appliances on ebay for her. Then Saturday will be dinner chez nous with her and perhaps a couple of others. Pre-christmas dietary regime starts on Sunday. Maybe.
Last week while la bienheureuse was in allemagne, I spent an entertaining evening with another guest. An uninvited one. There I was sitting watching the football when out of the corner of my eye I saw something whiz across the floor. The shadow of the grim reaper? Nope, much smaller than that. Closer investigation eventually revealed a mouse. Un tout petit souris, about the size of my thumb.
Elusive little pest. I spent the next two hours moving furniture, on hands and knees trying to find and corner him. Sans succès. I only managed to set eyes on him twice more, once when I found him behind the settee, and once more after giving up on catching him, when he scooted under the table. I swear the little b*gger gave a little skip as he ran.
"Nyah, catch me if you can!"
Thought I had him cornered then, but could I find any trace of him again? Nope. Nor have I seen any sign of him since. Disappeared from whence he came? Or still cocking a snook at me from his hideout? I know what I think...
Meanwhile, elsewhere in France people fret about social unrest, the state of the economy, low purchasing power, etc, etc. And Monsieur Le Président is making an effort to be seen to be taking things in hand...
