What’s your favourite month of the year? Why?
October, October, October, morning, noon and night. But, since Le Blog is already quite October-centric, I thought I’d make a change and write about December, which is my second favourite.
I love the frost, the dark mornings, the Yuletide decorations, the snow-set horror films, the seasonal ghost stories and the two glorious weeks off work. And I love the food. Oh God, I love the food. December is the one month of the year when I can buy a whole salmon terrine which serves six to eight people, and eat it all by myself.
If you know any Brits and plan to meet us this month, we will probably greet you by saying, “Oof! Bit chilly out!” and then doing a theatrical little shiver. It’s practically the law for us to say that to people as soon as December hits.
My workplace conversations often start (and end) like this:
Colleague: “Oof! Bit chilly out!” [Theatrical little shiver.]
Me: “I like it when it’s like this.”
Them: “…”
Me: “I know. I’m weird.”
Them: “Anyway, have a good day.”
In December, Louis Catorze is permanently attached to my lap in the daytime but leaves me the hell alone at night, preferring either his igloo or the fluffy brown blanket. If he chooses the latter, by the time I wrap myself in the blanket for my morning tea ritual, he has warmed it for me. And, once I do so, he hops onto my lap and we warm each other. So everyone’s warm and happy.
Maybe Catorze has finally started to act his age (and his species)? Erm … if that’s what you’re thinking, let me stop you there. And, whilst most normal, older cats are shifting into hibernation mode, Catorze still finds the time and the energy to do this:
I hope that the beauty of my second favourite month is bringing you as much joy as it is to Catorze. Are your furry overlords members of Team Sleeping-On-Fluffy-Blankets, Team Jumping-On-Shutters or, like our little sod, do they flit between both?
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