old photos…

don’t you just love ’em!

Himself found a box of slides from 1981 – why they weren’t in with the others that were transferred to the laptop, when we borrowed a machine to do it  – we don’t know – but lo and behold a quick view on youtube and

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a cereal box, a light and a bulldog clip and its all go up in the loft! And who needs an expensive gizmo after all?

The saga of the new bathroom continues…

Week two and the tiler has gone, taking his two broken ribs and the shakes with him…

We are wondering if breaking his ribs by falling into a block of concrete could have been caused by a surfeit of the local pop…

He spent most of Friday morning on the phone or outside smoking and had disappeared by lunchtime! So perhaps the work is a teeny weeny bit behind schedule…

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Today the floor tiles are down and today he had left before coffee time! Tomorrow  – for the walls, he assures us, and he says he’ll finished on Wednesday – we will believe that when we see it…

Sometime later in the week, the plasterer might make an appearance to finish the ceiling and sometime even later for the plumber to fit the shower and other stuff ,and also to dig up outside the cottage to connect us to the new mains sewage system – new reed bed and pump…so that must be better than disappearing into the fields and river which is what happens now!

And so for now we continue showering in the camper van – aren’t we lucky to have a ‘van to shower in? Otherwise it would be a zinc bath in front of the fire – ah the olden days!

What else has happened in this lovely ordinary life ?

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Our roses are looking splendid this year!

This week I have gone dizzy practicing a line dance called ‘until the dawn’ holding the iPad in my hand so I can turn round with it. It is just not for me – but I will persevere with this dance as they seem to do it quite often. And I really need to keep my brain challenged – crocheting granny squares is not enough!

And it was our local village fête.

150 meals were served quickly and with no fuss…and the ex postman and his friend did a sketch – something about a butcher;  everyone was laughing uproariously but we didn’t get the joke – not only was he putting on a high pitched squeaky voice, but we think he was talking in patois too.

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I have recently spent a long time on the phone to Apple because iPhoto froze up while I was making a book..

It shut down completely and then the next time it froze up. A glitch…quite possibly.

It is a good free service – they ring you back and take over the screen if you want them to. Seems quite safe to me…but, and there’s always a ‘but’

I spent a pleasant 40 minutes or perhaps longer, chatting to a bloke with a lovely Irish accent – where was he, I wonder? – I don’t know, perhaps America, Dublin…who knows? I still don’t know why iPhoto did it or if it will happen again, but I do know now how to create a smart album… OK, so maybe I don’t need to be able to do that yet, but it is great to learn something new! And on a rainy day in winter, who knows what I will get up to!

But it is so good to understand every word. It made me realise for the umpteenth time that  being an immigrant with poor language skills is hard work…not the easiest way of life sometimes. And I will never be able to speak as well as I would want to, in French.

Maybe that’s no bad thing since I am a bit of a motor mouth when I get going.

But then, maybe all that is made up for by the relaxing, sitting in the sun with a good book sort of lifestyle, walking the dog on lanes without traffic, and seeing the hen harrier, some deer, a shrike or two, buzzards and a view across to the Burgundy hills..

..meeting our English friends who come for holidays, or who have holiday homes here…

…and eating our fresh produce from the garden; being able to contact our family through the wonders of modern technology, and old enough not to have to go to work,

and yet still young enough to tie our own shoelaces and make our own decisions.

What a wonderful life.

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5 comments

    • Hi Michelle, When we moved we did think we would become more fluent the longer we stayed here…and we have done that – so we can ‘get by’ and we can manage day to day living and socialise. This was a holiday home to begin with, and then when we retired we realised we were having a sort of half life in both countries – we chose France for the permanent base. It is a challenge living in a second language and that is good for our brains! The climate is lovely, France is a country of such variety for holidays – sea and mountains, snow and then the Mediterranean, there is just more space – same population and two and a half times the size of the UK. Lots less traffic for most of the year and a seemingly very good health service. It’s a gentle lifestyle here in the country and and it would be difficult – probably impossible – to afford a similar cottage and garden in the country in the UK.

  1. Bib pressed “post comment” for me!!

    …struggling with a load of gumpf at the moment. Sigh.

    We did “Until the Dawn” again after you’d gone. You’re right – it does seem very popular!!!

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