It’s still Christmas in our village!

The Christmas lights are still up too, as the French are very relaxed about taking these things down!
Mr F has flown back to the UK today for his aunts funeral tomorrow, so I’m  home alone, apart from Elvis, Ted, Shelley the tortoise who is still asleep, and six hens who are frightened to step outside the henhouse!  I don’t think they’ve been out since their coop-mate was killed, plucked and half eaten in broad daylight last week, so they might have PTSD.