I Want To Write A Diary.

Like lots of things, I have ruminated on writing a diary. for a long time. Around 40 years by my last calculation. As a young teen, I kept one that was red that had a key , but it lasted a matter of weeks. I lost the key, and had to slice the piece of…

Aga off – Sunshine On!

I love my Aga – everyone knows that. It’s an undeniable fact. It is at the heart of my kitchen and warms the house gently in the colder months here in France. However, there comes a time of year when it starts to take on a furnace like quality and overheats both the kitchen and…

A Diiferent Way To Start The Day.

In the UK, I’d always had trouble getting my husband to go to the supermarket with me. A man of guile and means, he was quick to garner a stock of plausible excuses to fend off my weekly requests for him to join me. I used to tough it out alone, and the best ever…

Waiting For The Rain To End

The early days of February are the longest. March is a few short weeks away, yet the weather is still unkind, and we tire of being indoors after the dark months of winter. We all long to be outdoors, and enjoying the wonderful café culture France has to offer. This is one of my favourite…

Why I love France: They Say It With Food.

I am in the midst of my Sunday morning trawl through the blogsphere, and I have just read Jaqueline’s Brown’s delightful French Village Diaries. As a fellow foodie, Jacqui has posted up a lovely piece on Chandeleur – or French Pancake Day. For those that know me, I hate Winter, and refer to it sullenly…

When Did You Decide To Move To France?

I would imagine that all of us have been asked, at one time or another about our reasons for moving to France. The question is generally fired in our direction by French neighbours and friends who perhaps regard us with a bit of cautious curiosity. However, can anyone remember WHEN you decided to move and…

Allez Allez Vélo!

I arose this morning to find there were no chairs on the ground floor of the house. Only the couch in the lounge remained. Confident that I had heard no-one enter the house illegally through the night, I opened the back door and looked into the garden. It was the same outside.No seating remained. A…