Sometimes, I find it difficult to know whether Jan is talking to me or the dogs. I could have my head down, reading and hear Jan say, 'are you feeling all right my lovely,' only to look up with anticipation and pleasure and see her talking to one of the dogs.
When she got back from art at lunch-time I heard her come through the front door and say, 'hello gorgeous, have you missed me?' Needless to say she was talking to one of the dogs and not me. Some discussions are more obvious, like, 'my you've got a cold nose', or 'do you want your tummy tickled?' I know they're not aimed at me, (are you sure? - Ed) but there's always a bit of doubt.
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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