In April, we were slapping on sun cream and in May we were huddled up in winter coats but for the last two days it is has been lovely, warm and sunny. For how long I don't know but it arrived just as the cafes and restaurants were opening up. There is nothing quite like sitting in a French café watching the world go by.
I made a comment in my last blog about my bruises looking like modern art and I received a comment saying that modern art fetches high prices these days. This is true, the only difference being that I can't be hung on the wall and I am past my sell by date.
France has stopped Brits from travelling here because of the variant in the UK but numbers, though rising in some places, are still less than here, people vaccinated are far more and deaths are lower. So come on France, my family have booked their travel for July and I am desperate to see them. French friends are convinced it is political but the truth is that our lives are going to be disrupted for some time to come regardless of politics.
I have moved more than 40 times in my life and I am about to do it again. I have put an offer on a very small apartment in Saumur even though it won't be available for several months. So in between it will be caravan living for me. I love moving, its change in scenery, its challenges. I can't wait.
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