Off to our art class this morning which has just started again. We tackle a still life, in charcoal, and are generally pleased with what we have done. OK - so you try and draw a cabbage! Jan is showing great talent and gets better each week. It's nice to meet up with friends that we haven't seen for a while.
Max is one year old today and keeps looking at me quizzically when I sing happy birthday to him. I thought that this is supposed to be a smart breed of dog! Hey ho.
I make a quick trip to the Mairie this afternoon, to chat to the mayor's all knowing, long suffering and very attractive assistant , to deposit the planning permission for the garage and to marvel at the mountains of paperwork that French bureaucracy demands that you provide at every turn. A letter that we received from the local tax office had even her baffled so she helped by calling the person concerned. We think that she sorted it out. We shall see.
About Me
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- Jan and I moved from England to France in July 2002 and then, in February 2011, after nearly 9 great years in France we have moved to North Yorkshire, England, to be nearer to my ageing mother. The move to France was primarily motivated by the opportunity to, 'have an adventure', after our children had flown the nest. Well now the adventure continues. After six years back in England our delightful Beauceron Max has died and leaves a confused Minnie who has only ever known her beloved companion . She is a Beauceron, a large but very congenial, French breed of sheep dog. By a total coincidence my mother told Jan that North Yorkshire, Ripon, is where I was conceived. Frankly, a bit too much information but it just goes to show that what goes around comes around. This journal reflects the thoughts, likes, dislikes, fantasies and observations of our latest life in Yorkshire, for me, Jan, Minnie and my alter ego Ed.
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