A string of emails and cards from Montreal bring us news of 41cm of snow, and I reminisce about slush and 'calcium' and falling on my arse on the ice and those monster big trucks that come along and clear it away. Then I go outside and bake a little in the heat and pull up my sleeves so my t-shirt tan doesn't get worse and fret about not wearing strong enough sunscreen.
But now Jason is listening to Marie-France Bazzo interview Andre Boisclair, the night air is cool after a change and some rain, and I could almost look out the window and see the snowflakes falling and suggest that we go to la patinoire ou la glissade, ou je voudrais faire un bonhomme de neige parce que je n'en ai bati que deux l'hiver dernier. Il n'y avais pas 41cm de neige le decembre dernier... nor this December, I guess :) Not for us, anyway!
In other news: la cousine de Jason, Claudia, a un nouveau chiot - ZORO...
And Francesca will be here in ONE WEEK!! We celebrated by eating kangaroo for the second time in a week at the Night Market at Queen Vic. With an emu sausage, which means we've now eaten the coat of arms. Jason is privileged - he never offered me patriotic Canadian symbols for supper while in Quebec.
Christmas approaches... Jason is working like a dog for the festival (www.slf.org.au/festival), I am working slightly less hard for BRIDGE (www.bridge-project.org), we have nearly finished Christmas shopping and wedding preparations continue apace. We're both tired and stressed, but a festive break beckons, there will be much roast pork and Jason Salad for Sunday lunch, and Francesca has just taken delivery of a batch of divine Chloe chocolates to transport across the Pacific and this time, not be furtively scoffed by my father's small dog, to then be thrown up on the carpet. And a merry Christmas to all of you as well.
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