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Wednesday, 19 November 2025

Wednesday, November 19/2025


 Bougainvillea thriving on the mountain side of the flat. Always almost as delighted by its name as by its appearance, and with only minimal embarrassment quote from my own blog of 2018:

Bougainvillea should have a special meaning for Canadians, as it was named in honour of Louis Antoine de Bougainville, who was an aide-de-camp to Montcalm but, luckier than Montcalm, survived the battle for Quebec and accompanied the Chevalier de Lévis to St Helen’s Island off Montreal for the last stand of France in Canada. But bougainvillea obviously comes from a warmer climate. It was in fact discovered (in Brazil?) and named for Bougainville during a trip to circumnavigate the globe. Not that this was by any means the end of Bougainville’s adventures. After South Sea exploration he found himself with France on the side of the rebels in the American Revolution, and took part in the Battle of Chesapeake.

Actually that’s a pretty condensed view of his accomplishments. An astonishing man. 

Not only sunny and warm, but a nice breeze, so a good day for washing - and drying - sheets. Laundry usually dries very quickly here.


A quarter to six when the power goes off. Meal mostly made. Curry sauce still warm but other bits need reheating. First question is how widespread is the outage. Definitely our building and the place next door. There are lights on higher up the hill from us but seem to be some missing lower down. As we’re assessing the streetlight beside our place goes out. So pour a glass of wine and consider the merits of finishing the meal on the gas stove by somewhat inadequate lamp light versus settling for something simplified. When the lights come back on.

Finish the meal with no further electrical interruptions and look to see how the neighbourhood is faring. Seems our immediate neighbours have power but from us down to the sea is all in darkness. Looks like those who had lights when ours first failed have lost them.

Amongst the many charms of blogger is the program’s refusal to provide the chosen font sizes when asked nicely. Even when a passage is retyped it may or may not comply. Meanwhile am considering a second career writing ransom notes.