January 28, 2017

WISHING I WAS IN FRANCE

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Apologies to my friend Martine who writes a blog with a similar name as the title of this post, but there is simply no better way to describe the way I feel at the moment. 

We had thought originally that once we came back to the UK for Christmas, we might well stay until the end of February, or the middle of the month at the earliest, returning to France once Spring was just around the corner and we could see the end of winter.  Last year we intended the same but, once my dad had moved to stay with his friend who lives further south, where they rarely have any snow, there seemed little point in us kicking around in our little rabbit hutch sized house in England when we could be getting on with stuff in the house in France, whatever the weather.

This year feels different because I feel we are stuck here.  Both of us would really like to up sticks and set off back to France but we really have to stay until Nick has finished his rehabilitation course at the hospital.

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Feeling stuck and that we have no choice is unsettling.  I thought I would console myself with looking through old photos, possibly having a bit of a tidy up of my huge photo files.  In the years when we had the little holiday house in the village this would cheer me up no end, remind me of how lucky we were and give me something positive to look forward to.  This time I find it simply increases the longing.

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Without a doubt I now feel that France is where we live and that the UK is where we run to when there is a problem to deal with, family illness and for the occasional holiday.  We are making progress with the paperwork that will get us our carte vitale and now of course I wish above all that we had bitten the bullet and done this much sooner, instead of dithering, or is it swithering?  If we had our carte vitale by now we could be in France for Nick’s treatment and not stuck anywhere we don’t want to be.

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Living in two countries is a very strange business.  Once we are back in the UK we soon settle back into the old routines, battling with the manic traffic, turning a blind eye to the filthy roadsides and litter, turning a deaf ear to the bad language and noise, not noticing the rudeness of people and the crowds.  The differences between the two countries seem so startling when we first arrive at either home but we soon slip into the two ways of life.

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All these photos were taken in the last week of January and first of February last year.  What a great time we had.  The bright but cold winter weather was wonderful, the crazy lunch in the village hall was huge fun and we enjoyed ourselves.  Here in the UK we are just……….waiting.

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We never tire of one of our favourite towns, Chinon.  On a cold winter’s day last year it was beautiful, as always, possibly even more beautiful than when there are crowds of tourist.  There were really only locals out and about on the Sunday that we took these photos.

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One of the most difficult things about looking back through my photos is that it reminds me of losing Lulu and how much we miss her.  We took hundreds of photos of her every year and it’s impossible to avoid them.

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Getting used to visiting our old haunts without her is very hard.  We are no closer to taking a decision on whether we will have another dog if ever.

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We have taken many pictures of the statue of the famous monk, Rabelais, over the years, in hot sunshine, pouring rain, all weathers, all months of the year.  What would he have have done in our situation?

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Poor Lulu.  Looking back at photos of her I try to look for any sign of when she first became ill.  There were clues, in her eating and drinking habits I think, but we really had no idea of what was looming.  I would never want another dog to go through what she suffered, nor indeed us. 

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In the series of photos in this file the weather suddenly changed.  The bright sunny weather ended and the rain came, followed by terrible flooding.  I wouldn’t want to see that again either.  But I still would rather be there than here, whatever the weather.

11 comments:

  1. What would Rabelais do? No question, he would have a slap up meal with friends and tell each other outrageous stories.

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  2. Hope things get better for you soon.

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  3. This seems like a good time to tell you how much I've enjoyed reading your lovely blogs, and to thank you for sharing your adventures, in France and in your kitchen.

    Love arrives unexpectedly. If you are meant to have another dog, the dog will find you.

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  4. Oh, Jean, I am so sorry it is so difficult for you. Chinon is one of my favourite places in France -- though I've only been there once. We stayed in a hotel, where Rabelais is supposed to have lived-- wonderfully atmospheric with a room looking directly at the castle. I hope things work out so that you are soon able to return to your wonderful French home very soon.

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  5. A hacksaw? This is - without doubt - one of the worst pre-Spring periods in living history for everyone in the Western world, but Spring will come.

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    1. Tom, the hacksaw was a raffle prize! Much appreciated, too! It was that kind of a do......
      I agree with you, this winter has been depressing, and it has nothing whatsoever to do with the weather.

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  6. Jean, did you get in touch with the translator in Rochecorbon? Is she still working as an official translator? I know Tim mentioned a Scottish translator in Montrichard too.

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    1. Ken, yes indeed, it's all done. She was very helpful and quick too.

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  7. Hi Jean & Nick, in the Evening Standard magazine on Thursday there was an article that I think sums up having a house in France:
    http://www.standard.co.uk/lifestyle/esmagazine/david-sexton-on-the-joy-of-holidaying-in-the-same-place-a3448821.html

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  8. Hi Jean, Apologies accepted ;)Sorry to read about you feeling miserable. I think February is one of the most depressing months of the year. Luckily it has only 28 days! Soon the first flowers will appear: snowdrops, daffodils ... And there are already tulips ... in our shops! As they say in French: Courage ... soon the waiting will be over and you can return to your lovely home in France. All the best to you and quick recovery to Nick. Bises - Martine

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