One more friend is leaving France
Our circle of British friends is diminishing, as they return to UK to be near family. One of our oldest friends is selling up, and a younger one is going in search of a job. These two are irreplaceable and we shall grieve when they are gone.
But at least our good French friends are still with us, and we are slowly starting to make new ones in this village. Last week we were invited for apero (aperitif and nibbles at 11am) by a lovely couple of neighbours, our generation and with similar interests. We discovered that before retiring he had farmed the land surrounding our last-but-one house, and we had indeed met when his cows got loose and came to nibble our lawn and leave piles of useful stuff for the roses.
Yesterday our elderly next door neighbour was brought to see us by her daughter, who llives nearby. Madame had been too shy to come on her own, but she soon relaxed and we had a delightful gouter (afternoon tea).
We also managed to clear part of the garage so that we can (almost) get the car in, now that frost is imminent. We took our old kitchen table, a chest of drawers, Mum’s oak folding tea table and other bits and pieces to the Depot Vente (leave for sale). A bit of shunting around of the remaining boxes will make the space necessary for a cosy car. I’m hoping lost kitchenalia will surface during the re-shuffle!