Il Pleut des Cordes

I’ve been back in France for a week and, in what feels like personal punishment for my escape to the sunshine, it’s rained every day since. We’ve had multiple leaks (although I’m not sure I can blame the rain for the dishwasher issue) and a little blackout which had me passing a long afternoon slowly adding layers as the temperature inside dropped. My snow boots are out and will probably be my only footwear until March, every coat in the house is damp and Noisette refuses to go outside. Under a heavy drizzle I accompanied my son’s school class on an outing to the library, gently encouraging the children to go round the puddles rather than splashing straight through them, with all the effectiveness of a snowflake in the sun, and needed some quiet time and a hot coffee afterwards to recover from the splashing of 48 little feet.