Poorly in France

I am poorly in France and have felt grotty all day with runny nose, sore-ish throat and heavy head. I have tried to take it easier than usual but equally there is always stuff to do and I find it hard to switch off completely. I even managed to tolerate well over a hour of … [Read more…]

A black dog story

We love living in France but there are times when the children fancy food that is a little more familiar such as Subway or McDonalds both of which are available in our largest and beautiful large town. One Sunday, it was agreed we would succumb to the dubious pleasures of McDonalds. I am not a … [Read more…]

An update on life in France

I thought it was time to return to blogging on here. There is a lot happening that would be amusing to write about but I get distracted by money-making which I guess is a good thing in a way. You find me watching Emmerdale and enjoying a roaring log fire. The dogs are snuggling up … [Read more…]

Arriving in Gibraltar and Spanish banter

Arriving in Gibraltar and Spanish barter Today, Dad talks about sailing to Gibraltar and describes buying watches from the Spanish in exchange for cigarettes. It was called the S S Mataroa which conjures up a picture of idyllic cruising in the South Seas. In actual fact it was a cargo ship with limited passenger accommodation … [Read more…]

An unexpected invitation

We have a lovely little bar that we go to for a drink often on Fridays and morning coffees on random days throughout the week. We were in there at the weekend during the day for a coffee. My husband was by the fire where the smokers hang out when Madame who runs the bar … [Read more…]

A night out in France

A night out in France differs a little from one back in the UK largely because everything seems to close so early. After 4 months here, we have adapted and I quite like the fact that you can have a night out, then return to enjoy home before going to bed. On Friday we headed … [Read more…]

Old post 20

Today my Dad remembers his sex education and prostitution in navy ports such as Istanbul. Most of us were young. I was 19 years old approaching 20 years and quite na├»ve. Back at home among young people sex was not a word that came readily to the tongue nor was what it meant talked about … [Read more…]

Happy day in France

After a questioning everything day on Wednesday, I set out to make Thursday a great day. I work to a gloriously sunny morning which always helps especially when there are no people or cars flying past and you really could believe our new house and grounds are a planet all of their own. We walked … [Read more…]

Wobbly day in France

I am having a wobbly day in France. I woke up before I was ready to I think and that set the mood for the day. My husband said he had great news. This turned out to be that he had found the key to a shed place and it has useful tools and a … [Read more…]