A haircut is booked for today. I'm sitting having my hair washed when the cold water pressure drops and I get scalding hot water over my scalp. When they get me back down from the ceiling a quick dosing with cold water helped put the fire out. Ouch! That hurt.
When I was younger all my hairs were numbered but now the few that are left have names. I'll have to talk very nicely to them and beg their forgiveness!
Our friend the architect shows up as agreed and brings us the plans for the garage. We will lodge them with the Mairie on Monday so that we can get building permission. Just as well really because it was constructed earlier this year. Hey ho, one less thing to worry about.
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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