The house we have bought is called a “longère”. This type of building is usually rural, one room deep and several rooms long, one leading on to another without a central hallway. Longères typically have windows on the front only, making them rather dark inside.
During the day and especially in the summer we get enough light in the house not to notice how dark it is and in fact the lack of windows and the thick walls mean that the house stays nice and cool inside even though it might be baking hot outside.
When we moved in the house came with four uplighters in the living room. They are quite stylish, in a flying saucer made of concrete kind of way, but they give out hardly any light. Until this week we made up for this by having lots of lamps dotted about and until earlier this year we also had a rather nice standard lamp. Unfortunately that succumbed to one of Daisy’s mountaineering expeditions. She decided it would be fun to climb into the top of it and it crashed to the floor, irreparably.
So we bought ourselves four new wall lights, ones that give out plenty of light and are, we hope, Daisy proof. Nick got round to fitting them this week.
Of course, we have flying saucer shaped shadows around the new lights, showing where the paint on the walls ended! The shadows will have to stay until we get round to decorating the room again, and that’s not high on our list of current priorities.
We’re just pleased to be able to read comfortably in the evenings and not trip over bits of mouse that the cat has left behind because we can’t see them in the gloom.
Changing the subject and moving on to a more serious note, Nick’s mother is very poorly. She had a fall and has broken her hip, a serious problem for a frail old lady of ninety one. She is in surgery as I write this and whilst we hope for the best we are bracing ourselves for the worst. She has been a lost soul since Nick’s father died ten years ago and now has dementia to add to her health problems. I truly hope that this doesn’t leave her even more confused and dependant on others, adding to her woes and misery.
When my mother died she died suddenly, without warning, which was traumatic for us but great for her. Her sister had the opposite experience, dwindling away and spending her last years bedridden, ill and totally dependant. If we had a choice in how we die, I know which way I would choose for myself and for those I love.
Difficult times are ahead of us I think.