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The Holly & The Ivy

Dec24
Postbox in snow

Postbox in snow

I write this from the settee with a large box of chocs; I’m on my own in the house this afternoon whilst my two boys are with their mates & hubby Guy still at work before breaking up for Christmas.  I’ve just had a rather surreal experience at this morning’s aquafit as we burnt off our calories to the worst ever technopop cover version of Christmas songs then dived into a box of Celebrations brought along by our trainer, Kerry.

I have been having great deliberations about whether to send Simon a Christmas card.  We are after all acquaintances through the Upper Welford Greenhouse & Garden Society so hopefully his wife won’t suspect any ulterior motives, hopefully just thinks I’m being neighbourly.  So with heart pounding , I strode up Simon’s garden path, not even stopping to admire the Viburnum Tinus in his border, posted my festive greetings through his door & scuttled back though the gate.

Shirley edits ep2

Shirley edits ep2

This last few weeks I have been very excited by the introduction of my Celiatime49 YouTube channel thanks to Kris at The Legend of Skippy.  In the coming weeks we hope to upload all sorts of snippets, outtakes, uploads & new episodes as we film & edit the series of Celia films.  Listenupnorth has just had a big edit session with Shirley & we hope to bring you episode 2 soon.  Here’s a GUEST REVIEW by ElementaryVWatson of how 2012 has gone for listenupnorth.

Anyway, Guy’s presents are still to wrap so I suppose I’d better get round to it before he comes through the door in need of a large gin & tonic.  So I’ll wish you a fantastic Christmas – whatever that may mean to you.

Postcard 2: La Vie en France

Sep4

Bonjour mes amis!

Je suis dans La France en Famille.  C’est un gite tres charmant mais I do wish the boys would open their bedroom window as it smells comme un gerbil’s cage in there dans le matin.  Goodness knows what Madame Marie would think.  I only popped my head round the door to ask if they had any dirty washing; you should have heard the response.  I thought it’s my holiday too you know; I didn’t exactly plan to spend it groping under your bed for putrid socks and undies whilst you have the luxury of a lie in.

Greetings from Locquirec

When the boys had finally managed to get up, we had a baguette or two for lunch then took the voiture to Locquirec just east of Roscoff.  It’s a lovely little seaside town reminiscent of one of my favourite films – Monsieur Hulot’s Holiday – the one where he stays in a hotel and gets caught up in all sorts of escapades like that funny tennis match.  It was shown at our village hall last year when The Upper Welford Film Club had a French season.  We took a walk out onto the headland and arrived at the other side of the town to find a French car boot sale.  It was just like an English one – only with euros.

French car boot sale: like an English one but with euros

Guy & I left James & Julian on the beach at their request – I think they wanted to sit on a rock and further their French conversation skills with a couple of girls in bikinis.  We found a little café overlooking the harbour; whilst Guy went for a crepe; I decided to have a ‘Mega Emocion’ which was not in fact the latest sexual awakening from 50 Shades of Grey but merely an French X-rated glacee – a sort of Magnum with nuts.

Ice creams in Locquirec

We returned to the boys to find that they had been usurped by a couple of local guys on scooters; I couldn’t help but feel sorry – they’re my boys after all but they are going to have to learn about affairs of the heart sometime.  Talking of which, should I send Simon a postcard?  I’m sure he would count me as one of his friends?  Difficult to know what to write – of course I’d have to keep it general, be indifferent and address it to Simon and his family.

Of course I can’t say what I really feel – Dear Simon, Wish you were here!  Love Celia xxx

Dear Simon – Wish You Were Here!