It’s that time of year when my life goes like this… Sleep. Make Fire. Have Breakfast. Walk Dogs. Have Christmas Lunch. Teach. Sleep. It’s not a bad thing, it’s just a little busy at the moment, though I can’t complain about Christmas lunches.
Well, maybe I can a little. Today, I had a thing for my dessert that I guess was supposed to be a panna cotta of a flavour or other but resembled jelly made with carnation milk and tasted like lightly flavoured bra inserts. Whatever you hear about catering and food in France, it’s not ALL true. What made up for it was the fantastic company. Although I was dry-humped by a couple of ladies and I still feel a little dirty. One of them said I was ‘comfy for twerking.’ That’s a worrying thought. Is twerkable even an adjective? Spell-check says no.
Twerking, for those of you not in the know, is a weird, sexual display girls do for boys now when they dance. Forget what your parents told you about disco dancing being the ruin of a good maid, or a jive leading to fornication. Twerking just puts it right out there on the table in a vaguely unappealing way, a bit like my flaccid panna cotta.
Miley Cyrus popularised the twerk this year with an entirely unappealing ‘dance’ for my current nominee for Man-I’d-Most-Like-To-Vomit-Over, Robin Thicke, a smarmy Simon Cowell Canadian fella who did a terrible song called ‘Blurred Lines’ which I’m just waiting for some date rapist or other to quote in court. That’s one hell of a sentence.
In fact, should you want to, if you google ‘Twerk’ you will see the adorable Ms Cyrus on most of the images. She took a stripper dance to a whole new level. I hope her epitaph makes that clear. Mind you, if blogging existed in the 16th Century, probably some old prude was saying that about the Waltz.
You can imagine my dismay, then, to be twerked (and once when I was not looking) by two rather upstanding members of the community here in France. Sometimes, I’m surprised we don’t get thrown out of more places.
Anyway, that’s one Christmas lunch down and about ten to go. In the New Year, I shall mostly be dieting, I imagine. Although if today’s pink dessert was anything to go by, I won’t have put on much weight.
The other part of my day has been racing out to walk Heston and Tilly. I regularly sign up to online goal tracking activities where you set a challenge and then record your progress. Last year, I set one and managed about 80%. This year, my target was to walk a minimum of 15km a week with the dogs – something I’ve done 9 out of 10 times so far. Plus, I’ve walked 200 km in 10 weeks. That’s from here past Poitiers. I’m pretty impressed.
Of course, it was not made easier by Heston’s escapade the other week and I’ve dialled it back a notch in terms of routes. There’s no way I can give him enough exercise on a lead, not even if I did 35km a week and exercises between. That means it was back to basics with recall training, so we’ve started whistle training. He’s okay as long as it’s not too stimulating, so no more forest for a while. We’ve been doing very ordinary routes, like this one.
Cutting through fields on tracks means I can keep an eye on him, keep an eye on any potentially interesting things (though he gave good chase to a hare on Monday – and bless Tilly, my American cocker, who has no chase urge in her body, even she got excited and ran after it, back legs a-flying) and it’s outside, but it’s not too stimulating. Heston can manage to pass cows without barking at them, can now ignore crows, his former bête noire and can run in his usual big strides up and down the paths without ever going out of eyesight.
On the minus side, these paths are often exposed to the elements and a little cold.
The good thing is that they are extremely well marked and very well planned. And even though they might not be my usual woody scenes, they’re not unpleasant.
This one is at the top of my village, which essentially sits in a long valley about 2km across, carved out by the Tardoire. On either side of the commune, there are gentle hills and flat prairies. You really do feel like you are at the top of the world. I guess the elevation is about 130 metres – so nothing to speak of!
Many of the paths are part of the departmental plan of itineraries and routes and are well marked.
And if you don’t, the instructions are pretty clear. Three paths here. If you’re following green or blue signs, you’re going the wrong way! White or red, straight ahead!
But though it seems pretty straightforward, it catches me out from time to time, mostly when I think I know where I am going and I really don’t. Luckily, I now know the roads well enough to know where I’ve come out and which way to walk, but even so, I’ve sometimes come out in places I was totally not expecting to and then ended up with a longer walk than I anticipated.
Still, it has been good walking weather recently, even though it is cold, and despite my deliberate choices of less stimulating places to go, Heston seems to be enjoying them anyway. The only time he disappears is when there are trees, and then it’s more like I can’t see him and he doesn’t respond, but he might only be 100 metres away or so. I am desperately trying to work out all manner of routes through fields and down tractor trails instead of forest walks, though, which is a bit of a shame.
Anyway, today it is all teaching and no Christmas lunches. Tomorrow there are a couple of markets on and I will be hanging around those admiring the works of my talented friends.
Today’s MLM is a classic hair metal anthem from the late 80s – Poison with Nothin’ but a Good Time.
I know, I know. It’s only been just over a year since my last Poison MLM outing, with Talk Dirty To Me which means if I do 52 in a year and I have 56 since the last one that Poison are in danger of becoming my go-to Much Love Monday band with almost 2% of MLM domination. That says a lot of terrible, terrible things about a person.
Anyway, there is Massive Much Love this Monday in the air.
Better start my list.
- Mrs Verity’s Woofer Walk with the dogs from the Angoulême refuge. About 40 or so people (? More?) turned up to walk the woofers who are temporarily homed at the SPA and it was a hugely wonderful experience. I’m just trying to work out how to fit them regularly into my calendar…
- In particular this old guy… Vito. He’s a 9 year old Breton spaniel. He’s a gentle old soul. I hope he finds a home soon. I’d have snapped him up but the only way another dog comes in through these gates is if it promises to keep Heston from trouble by playing with him in such a way as not to destroy my garden. It’s sad that there are so many male ‘working’ dogs in the SPA – guard dogs, attack dogs, hunt dogs. If they can’t do their job, off to the pound, it seems. However it’s just as likely they’re a little harder to rehome than any cute Yorkies or Shiitsus that come in.
- The surprise party we had for Madame V afterwards. Let me tell you it is very difficult to organise a surprise party for such a suspicious and stubborn person. I even had to do an entry some seconds too late through a kitchen window.
- The amazeballs cake that Deb made.
- The total dedication with which my friends applied themselves to the costumes, which were The Only Way is Essex related. Orange tans, big hair, slutty dresses and all manner of things including cleavage and vajazzle. If you don’t know this programme, it’s an experience with its own vocabulary, let me tell you.
- The fact that I got back and JUST managed to get my NaNoWriMo 50,000 words finished for the midnight deadline. I’m about halfway through writing a novel tentatively titled The House of Our Fathers which is a sci-fi story about revolution.
- The fact I have finished my woolly hat and have mostly finished the beading for my second craft project. I promise you I will finish it.
- The fantastic sunrises and sunsets we’ve been getting this last week. Last night, I stepped outside at 11pm and the stars were utterly epic.
- The wonderful blue skies and cold winter mornings. I hate wet winters. Biting cold it might be, but it is beautiful.
- This video of Miley Cyrus’s Wrecking Ball performed by a guy on Chatroulette , a website where you can video chat to random people. The guy’s face at 2 minutes in is hilarious.
The guy’s face is like this:
It’s like his eyes have been violated. If this doesn’t bring you a laugh on Monday morning, nothing will. Just watch the reactions.
Anyway, I have several weeks’ worth of cleaning, washing, drying, mopping and tidying to do – being so busy last week really took its toll on my housework! This is a bit of a joke because I used to live in a pristine house and now I live in a dirty house where I trekked straw in from cleaning the chicken house out and I really did think ‘oh, great! I should just put straw down!’. This week is slightly less busy. Deliveries are finished, books met deadlines. I have a handful of articles to write and a lunch during the week for those bodies who helped out at a charity event I took part in last month. Hopefully, normal blogging will now be resumed!