Can't catch me!
Tuesday, 28 October 2008
Oh I do like to be beside the seaside...
Oh I do like to be beside the sea! Returned from a long weekend in Brittany avec Aged P and Oliver T. Beautiful. A wind that rips through your lungs and makes your ears ache - but seriously I absolutely loved it! Although the weather is far warmer/sunnier down here, I have made up my mind that I really want to live beside the seaside. We've only been here a week and a half and already I'm planning our next move. Typical. I've got ants in my pants and they need a good scratching!
Had a lovely afternoon with a French family (friends of Aged P's) - warm and hospitable. Luckily for Raffers there was the grand-daughter (aged 2) for him to play with; sweet, gentile, playing contently with her a la carte kitchen (retro reference to all your kids of the 80s "wake up daddy, breakfast ready"). Unluckily for her, Raffers grabbed her dolly and when she went to get it back he nearly decked her! Christ. Ever wish the ground would swallow you up? Everyone was very sweet and chuckled away; "Ah les enfants!" Ah bleeding 'ell - I thought.
Not the only faux pas of the trip I hasten to add. Yours truly had a small accident with a glass of red wine on Aged P's...ready for it...new..., cream..., carpet. GULP! According to him I went completely white. And you wonder why? No matter, it only took me 2 days (!) to get rid of the stain. That stain is still plaguing me this very second....(told him it looked much better - which it does of course ;o) )
Today we went to the market at Lezay. Good selection of Andy Capp headgear, grandad slippers, comfortable bras for Jordan, and new-age clothes that smell of incense. Needless to say I didn't buy any garments...(except ALL your Christmas presents ha ha ha!) . Fantastic selection of fruit and veg, and amazing sausages (goat, duck etc.), goat cheeses, terrific fruits de mer and oysters....mounds and mounds of oysters! There's A LOT of sweet la moo being made across Deux Sevres this evening, I can tell you! No wonder they have shutters on the windows.
Loaded with our purchases we zoomed down to Alison's for lunch. Aged P had offered his "green gym" services (aka chopping trees) and as I was dropping him off, Raffers and I managed to mustle in on what was a superb home cooked lunch of courgette soup, moules mariniere, and a fine selection of cheeses, washed down with a delicate bottle of white...or two. Delicious. Raffers and I then wasted a few hours picking walnuts and chatting happily (me because of the wine, Raffers because he is 1 1/2 ) to their collection of animals - sheep, chickens, a horse and 2 cats. A true Dr. Dolittle moment...as I was really, doing, very little.
Arrived home with a bundle of eggs, walnuts, and some fantastic duck fat. A marvellous day all round.
Had a lovely afternoon with a French family (friends of Aged P's) - warm and hospitable. Luckily for Raffers there was the grand-daughter (aged 2) for him to play with; sweet, gentile, playing contently with her a la carte kitchen (retro reference to all your kids of the 80s "wake up daddy, breakfast ready"). Unluckily for her, Raffers grabbed her dolly and when she went to get it back he nearly decked her! Christ. Ever wish the ground would swallow you up? Everyone was very sweet and chuckled away; "Ah les enfants!" Ah bleeding 'ell - I thought.
Not the only faux pas of the trip I hasten to add. Yours truly had a small accident with a glass of red wine on Aged P's...ready for it...new..., cream..., carpet. GULP! According to him I went completely white. And you wonder why? No matter, it only took me 2 days (!) to get rid of the stain. That stain is still plaguing me this very second....(told him it looked much better - which it does of course ;o) )
Today we went to the market at Lezay. Good selection of Andy Capp headgear, grandad slippers, comfortable bras for Jordan, and new-age clothes that smell of incense. Needless to say I didn't buy any garments...(except ALL your Christmas presents ha ha ha!) . Fantastic selection of fruit and veg, and amazing sausages (goat, duck etc.), goat cheeses, terrific fruits de mer and oysters....mounds and mounds of oysters! There's A LOT of sweet la moo being made across Deux Sevres this evening, I can tell you! No wonder they have shutters on the windows.
Loaded with our purchases we zoomed down to Alison's for lunch. Aged P had offered his "green gym" services (aka chopping trees) and as I was dropping him off, Raffers and I managed to mustle in on what was a superb home cooked lunch of courgette soup, moules mariniere, and a fine selection of cheeses, washed down with a delicate bottle of white...or two. Delicious. Raffers and I then wasted a few hours picking walnuts and chatting happily (me because of the wine, Raffers because he is 1 1/2 ) to their collection of animals - sheep, chickens, a horse and 2 cats. A true Dr. Dolittle moment...as I was really, doing, very little.
Arrived home with a bundle of eggs, walnuts, and some fantastic duck fat. A marvellous day all round.
Wednesday, 22 October 2008
Between Dad and I, we managed to break Raffer's french lingo cherry yesterday. He now has "beurre" and "bouche" to add to his English vocabulary of ball, book, look, milk, go go, mummy, daddy and Lenny. He's also discovered how to say "more" which is slowly preceding everything he says...more ball....more book....more milk...you get the picture. It's like living with Oliver Twist.
Monday, 20 October 2008
Au revoir Oxford Road. Bienvenue Le Sauvage!
After a rather stressful few days in the 'ding, Raffers and I finally made it to our new home in the tiny hamlet of Le Sauvage. With Aged P (Mike) in tow, we arrived (a bit frazzled) on Saturday afternoon at Le Ruisseau Perdu (The Lost Brook).
Waiting for us at the house was the owner, Alison, with a basket of fresh organically grown fruit and veg from her garden, eggs from her chickens, and delicious walnuts...you guessed it - from her own walnut trees! Felicity Kendell eat your heart out! Mmmmm I can see myself doing this I thought. Perhaps more Ma Larkin than Kendell.
As Aged P and I surveyed our new surroundings, it was hard not to feel ever so slightly overwhelmed with joy considering where I had become accustomed to living these last 6 months. Cambridge Street, affectionately known as the Polish Quarter (to make it sound remotely exotic if nothing else), will always have a place in my heart. Rows of terrace houses, no parking, shopping trolleys lying haphazedly in the road, mattresses outside front doors, litter, beer cans, and lets not forget the piece de resistence, the local working girls using our drive-way as a knocking shop. Oh yes, its truly wonderful to wake up on a Sunday morning to find used condoms lying beneath your car. How disappointing to be making sweet la moo over a 1.2 Corsa. I'm more of a BMW girl myself. Mind you at least they are being responsible!
No chance of this in Le Sauvage however. Only glorious sunshine, honey coloured stoned farmhouses, the donkey in the neighbouring field, and sheer, unadulterated, silence.
I wonder how long it will take until I get bored...??? I know you are all thinking it ;o)
Waiting for us at the house was the owner, Alison, with a basket of fresh organically grown fruit and veg from her garden, eggs from her chickens, and delicious walnuts...you guessed it - from her own walnut trees! Felicity Kendell eat your heart out! Mmmmm I can see myself doing this I thought. Perhaps more Ma Larkin than Kendell.
As Aged P and I surveyed our new surroundings, it was hard not to feel ever so slightly overwhelmed with joy considering where I had become accustomed to living these last 6 months. Cambridge Street, affectionately known as the Polish Quarter (to make it sound remotely exotic if nothing else), will always have a place in my heart. Rows of terrace houses, no parking, shopping trolleys lying haphazedly in the road, mattresses outside front doors, litter, beer cans, and lets not forget the piece de resistence, the local working girls using our drive-way as a knocking shop. Oh yes, its truly wonderful to wake up on a Sunday morning to find used condoms lying beneath your car. How disappointing to be making sweet la moo over a 1.2 Corsa. I'm more of a BMW girl myself. Mind you at least they are being responsible!
No chance of this in Le Sauvage however. Only glorious sunshine, honey coloured stoned farmhouses, the donkey in the neighbouring field, and sheer, unadulterated, silence.
I wonder how long it will take until I get bored...??? I know you are all thinking it ;o)
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