Hello all  Did you enjoy your chocolates?

Big-Handed Woman

Hey, this really made me giggle. Look at the size of my hand!! This is me taking a photo of me with my phone, via the wing-mirror, just in case you're confused. Glad they're not really that size, that would be horrible, people would be forever looking at my hands. Rather inconvenient, too, especially when trying to fasten a button.

Well, bought some lovely woolly jumpers this weekend, or sweaters for you Americans (though, that's not really a nice word, is it? A sweater! Sounds very moist and smelly to me) Mind you, not sure why we call it a jumper, perhaps you jump to find it, cos you're bloody freezing! Anyway, they're very nice thankyou, very cosy. Now, when my husband says "should we turn the heating up?" I can just smile smuggly, and say " no need".

We're really enjoying our new sofas, though we have nearly managed to ban our son from them. Well; he keeps sprawling, in his usual manner! I'm really horrible now, and even ask him "have you had a shower?" sometimes, before he sits on it! He calls me "anal", I think he's probably right.  Still, it's worth it, to lie out on my 'chase long' bit, like a real lady. Sadly, when my husband relaxes on the chase long, he gets a neck ache, well that's awful!!! That's means, it's left all for me then  

Found a beautiful puddle to show you, on our recent walk. What, you don't think puddles are beautiful? Well, I'm going to prove you wrong!

Ice Puddle

See, isn't it gorgeous? Told you, I'd prove you wrong! Honestly though, it was really beautiful; this pic. doesn't really do justice to it. But there were layers of unmelted water running through it, giving it those lovely striations (not sure that's a word) Unfortunately, as you can probably guess, it has to be pretty cold to make a puddle in a field do that. So, yes, it probably has been going down to about -5 degrees, or 'moins cinq' as they say here.

I did spend quite a while ooing and aahing over this puddle: enough to bring Axle, our dog to wonder what all the fascination was about. When, he discovered it was hard and slippy, he realized. So, he started attacking it ( or ripping it to pieces, is probably a better description). Sadly, it didn't stay like this for long after that. He began running off with great chunks of ice, or dropping them in front of me for me to throw for him. Wouldn't you think a great lump of ice in the mouth would hurt? Well, it didn't seem to bother Axel. He was very funny. I'm sure he has a very strong sense of humour. And they say animals don't laugh!

Dog Playing With Ice

Here he is, launching his attack. I think it remined him of when we used to live in Neuchatel, Switzerland: when he used to dive bomb heaps of snow. He seemed to get immense pleasure out of doing all manner of things to snow: from rolling in it, to running it it, to chasing after balls of it, to attacking it. Will he have his wish this year, and get a tonne of snow falling in Fribourg, Switzerland? Help!!  

Well, we came to the end of our walk around a farmer's field, to bump into this. I wonder what the farmer was thinking of, when he made these mounds. Any ideas?

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