La Chatte Gitane (or The Gypsy Cat) was the name we chose for our cottage in France at the time. We chose it while on the road, moving house the first time round, from Ireland to France with 2 dogs and 7 cats in the car.
This blog began its insignificant life as a recipe book for friends and family who would ask me repeatedly for a recipe of this, that and the other.
Since then it has taken many different directions, like we did and like gypsies tend to do. Sometimes making a U-turn and revisiting familiar roads and taking a break when necessary.
You'll find recipes here, but also musings about the places we've called home, the gardens that we've established, not always successfully, the homes we've improved and the environments we've lived in. Currently, after yet another stint in Ireland, we're back in France @ Le Mas d'Ayen

Saturday, December 05, 2015

Bah Humbug !

Not sure how to get my mojo back.
This is how far I got with putting up the tree yesterday. The top still missing, lights in but not 'arranged'.

Last week we had a leak, dripping from the sitting room ceiling. The rainwater probably coming through under the lead flashing.
Yesterday our builder came to rectify a crack in the kitchen floor and he also had a look at the lead flashing outside. 
Kitchen floor is now repaired.

The layer of dust over every surface has not been tackled as yet.  I don't know where to start.

Storm Desmond (seriously, who thinks up these names) has been battering us all night and is still going strong. Desmond gave us a not so lovely present this morning when we came downstairs  to a leak in the ceiling, worse than before.

I can't be dealing with this. I can feel paralyzed at the best of times when there are things that I need to be doing. Now I just want to crawl back into bed.

A bit of flooding has gone on down below. My nephew's platform is now standing in a moat.

At least our new road has been holding on. 

Have a better weekend than I am having at the moment.
Patricia xxx...x


  1. Oh Patricia. My heart goes out to you. It's so frustrating when things like this happen. When it's one thing after another it's just soul destroying at times and not easy to stay positive. As we say in these parts...chin up lass!

  2. This childish notion of naming winds is so absolutely ridiculous, no sense in it at all.
    Sorry to read about your leaky roof and I do commiserate with you, for tracing the actual point of the leakage is very difficult to locate as I know from experience.
    Still blowing a hooley up here and not even our very hairy dog stays out for long.

    1. We have a fair idea where the leakage starts. The house we bought is a Celtic tiger house, built by a local cowboy. There is a sunroom sticking out on one end of sitting room. The lead flashing on the roof of that sunroom looks like the dogs dinner. It's on the side of prevailing winds and horizontal rain.
      We are pretty sure that is where the problem is. Now, finding a solution is a priority.

  3. Oh no I feel so sorry for you, it must be so frustrating for you xx

    1. I felt very sorry for myself and all. But putting everything in perspective has made me realize it is just a small problem, compared to what other people have to go through.

  4. op zulke momenten doen zoals de engelsen en zeggen( lets have a cup of tea)


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