Sadly I have had a wobbly start to the new year by falling into a big emotional hole which has engulfed me and as always is effecting the way Mike functions as well. We had a good new years eve night out with Anna and William and we thank them for sharing the possibility of celebrating new year, French style, then another in UK style one hour later, what a great concept, it was good fun. I Watched other people bonding with their families and wondered what my lot were up to and I was aware that there is a huge void where my kids were and I am not going to get over this any time soon. Moving into an easy living, beautiful and inspiring life style does not fill the emptiness of not being needed any more or put in a very special place, and that stings.
Mike and I went out yesterday to collect a house full of window frames, with glass, to enable us to repair the potting shed which is made from very rotten house window frames. This transaction was a Don, which means, for free, so we were very pleased with our lot. We now have a good project on the go that will cost us very little to complete which is becoming an important requirement for the under aged pensioners that we are, trying to stay busy and productive.
This morning I offered to cut Mikes hair and cut away merrily doing my very best but I miss calculated my skill level today and made an horrendous mess of his head of which he was not at all pleased and fell out of character and became very upset and angry so as there was little I could do, the hair was on the floor, I went out and Walked HOSS for an hour around our lanes and hedgerow to give Mike the time to calm and regain his poise and me to blame myself and feel like an inadequate hairdressing idiot. I seriously wanted to sulk all day and play victim to my feelings but a call at lunch time from a fellow ex pat selling off his scaffolding mobilised us into getting the trailer down from the top gate parking and following Mike’s new Christmas prezzie GPS to Moon-Sur-Elle to investigate the possibility of replacing our Barn roof ourselves.
I had a little rude awakening yesterday when I went to use our debit card and realised that it would not work because it had expired. I was very angry and frustrated and complained bitterly to Mike and HOSS as to why I had not had a replacement card through the post, as we would from our UK bank or at the very least why the bank had not sent me a letter to say the card was in the bank waiting for my signature, but you know…..This is France, and if you do not know that your card is about to expire then who’s fault is it………the banks are closed on a Monday so I will go and be, oh so humble, tomorrow in the knowledge that they did not hear what I called them yesterday and I am quite confident that my card will be there waiting my attention…I’ll keep you informed.
