It is difficult to downshift when you already need a telescope to look up to a tramp, but somehow I have succeeded.The French residence is too small to call Firkum Hall or Chateau La Pants. So I invite offers from my dear readers for a name for this diminutive dwelling that bars the rain from our heads.The locals in the village are very friendly and we chat for hours. What we are talking about I have no idea;’I really will have to learn French’. I get away with just saying ‘we,we’ well not really they would think I was Parisian I say ‘Way,Way’ which seems to be the local dialect or whatever.Well most of the time I do except the other day, perhaps the old guy next door told me he had just killed the wife and was thinking of killing all his family when I said ‘Way,Way’ and grinned like a fool, because he looked at me as if to say you heartless bastard and strolled off. Besides I need to be able to say in French ‘why ambassador you are spoiling us’ every-time he breaks wind violently on his doorstep. Anyways my self sufficiency garden has peppers and potato’s growing in abundance and all in all life is good to us out here in the middle of nowhere, and I may add to this page at a whim…..now as the wonderful Mo Mowlam used to say give us a kiss and bugger off..
