Well! If it doesn’t rain it pours!
Can you just believe this! No sooner do we “oo” and “aa” and decide to accept the idea of leaving France (which we both definitely didn’t want to do but there comes a time when sometimes decisions are made for you) and heading off to the Cotswolds when I get a message on Facebook from a friend I’ve known since I was about eight and he tells me that a friend of his is looking for an English couple to take care of his house in Normandy. The Owner would like to chat to us and could we please phone. The Dear One dutifully does just that, they hit it off immediately and after said phone call and a couple of e-mails, the job is ours if we would like it, complete with beautiful cottage, salary to match what we’ve been offered in the UK and the prospect of starting a small business off the property as well. Cool beans…we go and check out the website to see what we’re in for as the house is rented out on occasion and we would need to take the laundry etc into town to be washed and ironed.
We should have had a “vague” idea when the owner of the “House” is Financier to the Queen…..we should have had an “inkliing” when he said he rents it for EU 7500.00 per week and that the Beckhams had come to stay etc. But no, the two of us, typical country bumpkins sit together and open the website and this is what we see:
So much does he like the idea of us being there, he’s willing to wait the 3 or 4 months “try-out: period that we have in the UK…if we like it there and can’t see ourselves moving, he’ll look for someone else. Otherwise, the job is ours. in January/February.
Mmm, will have to have a think about that, the move to the UK has been a bit of a mission and even though I have been a misery over leaving our little cottage and Dol-de-Bretagne, part of me – a small part – is looking forward to the freedom of speaking a language that doesn’t make my brain ache as I search for the right tenses and words.
We were all set to go, ferry booked, B&B booked (just to take our time getting to the farm and exploring a bit on the way) and I had booked the vet the correct hours ahead of time to get the mutts de-wormed and to get them each a proper “EU France Passport” (which looks just like a human one but it’s blue with the EU Circle of Stars on it!). Off we went to Combourg because the vet speaks English there and horror of horrors, the SA Vet had, for some reason, put the rabies injection as only valid for a year from July last year. Why only a year? Not a clue. What does this mean? The mutts have to have a booster shot and can’t travel for 3 weeks!!
So there you have it. On the day we were do to leave (early this morning) the husband went without me. The new people are moving into our cottage either today or tomorrow and after cleaning it from top to toe, I moved into Moulin Corbonnais down the road. Our very dear french friend who lives in Morocco very kindly said we could stay here for a bit. It’s worked out very well actually. His house is on the market and a couple are wanting to come and see it this weekend so I can be here to show them around and air the house before they come.
Then the owners of the main house next to our cottage are coming over to meet the new couple and have told me to please move into the main house once they leave. I’ll stay there for most of the three weeks. The dogs know the house and so do I and, as they have explained, it’s good that I’m on hand to show the new couple the ropes and where everything is if they get stuck. Plus there’s an enclosed garden and the mutts will be secure. So here we are “Lost in France” as Bonny Tyler once sang.
On a sad note, those of you who know Ted (and to know him is to love him) will know that, apart from being beaten with a bat on his upper spine in his previous life, he’s also a Spina Biffida mutt with a hole in his spine and weak back legs. His tablets and ultra sound machine has gone off to the UK and we were so delighted he hasn’t needed it for so long – only once since we’ve been here. All of a sudden, he collapsed and started to cry when he tried to get up. We had the same scenario that made us take him to the Chiropractor in SA all over again.
Out of sheer desperation and after reading up a bit on the Net,I gave him quarter of a anti-inflammatory that I took once and as he started to relax, I massaged his little body with aromatherapy oils and arnica. He’s doing much better but I’m glad I’m here with him and we didn’t give them to friends to look after for three weeks! My poor little man, he’s such a dear dog and licks my hand when I try and help him. Between him, leaving the cottage and having the husband leave…kleenex tissue shares went up just a bit.
Before I go – I can’t work out how to let you all know when I reply to any comment you’ve made. I try and reply to everyone because I love reading your words and I hate to think you never see the reply and think I’m ignoring you!
So please, come back every now and then and see if there’s a reply,,,in the meantime..I’ll try and see if there’s a way of letting you know when I’ve commented back.
Bientot, A’la prochaine