Christmas is Coming

Nicole and I didn't linger over our usual Sunday coffee at the bar as we had places to go and people to see. The first Christmas market of the season was on in a nearby village and the first person that we met in the hall was Santa who gave me my first Christmas kiss. I wasn't fooled though; it was Frank under all that facial hair. There were carols sung by an almost totally British choir making for quite a festive atmosphere and I was able to buy my Xmas pud and some crackers. Met up with both Penny and Pauline and a shopping trip to Girona is on the cards in the New Year. Oh yes, I won a litre bottle of J and B whisky in the raffle. Things are looking up.
After the excitement of the morning, I spent the afternoon trying to work out six days' menus for when the family are here over the holiday period.
In the evening, I wandered over to the Mairie to watch the count for the Regional elections and almost got roped in to help until someone said that as not being able to vote, I wasn't eligable. There was only a handful of other interested citizens to hear the depressing news that the National Front had come in first with about 40% of the vote. There'll be a rerun next week with the first three lists fighting it out.  Sadly the "Republicans" who came in 3rd are not withdrawing unlike the Socialists in the same position elsewhere. Let's hope that the Left can pick up enough votes to keep the FN out. Home afterwards for once again a liberal dose of tv.
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