Today I just received my first ever booking from Nunavut. Baker Lake, Nunavut, to be exact, which is located almost at Canada’s geographical centre.
My future guest, who has just booked a week in July at La Maison de la Vieille Vigne, wrote that today in Baker Lake it is -39 degrees outside and that the sun is rising at around 10:30am and set to go down at around 2:30 pm.
Franck, who like many French boys was reared on a steady diet of Jack London novels, was ready to jump on the next airplane and fly up North when I told him of this. Snow! Dogsleds! Aventure!
I have managed to restrain him, but I have to say – from Baker Lake to Burgundy…the Internet can be a very cool place indeed.
The other day Suzanne asked Clem to put back a Tupperware that she had pulled out of the cupboard.
Clem knew she was supposed to obey, but she also knew that she didn’t want to obey, so by way of response she gave a disdainful one shoulder shrug.
“Oh My God,” exclaimed Suzanne. “She shrugs exactly like Franck. Did you guys teach her to do that?”
I shook my head. “It’s in the DNA.”
This past week was devoted to recovery from the past three weeks of three-sick-kids-and-one-parent in the form of a Vancouver Christmas shopping and relaxation trip with my sisters and my Mom (heavenly), and now that I am back and refreshed my family and I are throwing ourselves into the festive spirit with every atom of our beings.
Yesterday was Camille’s Christmas Choir concert and the grand old Empress Hotel in the Inner Harbour, and today is the Dicken’s “Faire” at the girls’ school.
There is not a single escargot in sight…