Monday, 8 October 2007


Well there we are, the removal van is here (the pretty one with the painting of Chateaudun and the chateau on the side of it) and they have been loading since 7h00. I still have a chair in which I can comfortably sit and work on the computer (actually when I've finished writing this entry, I shall be playing Mah Jong to pass the time, there's nothing more I can do here). I still have my lunch in the fridge (which is staying here so it's still cold). I have stuff to make sandwiches for my supper. My little van is loaded up with cleaning things, my little suitcase, plants, etc. waiting to take me to Quimper this evening. And it's all a bit desolate and demoralizing. The cats really don't understand what is going on, I can't see them any more actually, I think they've decided it's time for them to get lost...
The weather is wonderful, I'm so lucky. If it had been pouring with rain, the house would have got much messier. The removal men are crossing the "lawn" to load the lorry over the wall and would have churned up a lot of mud. Let's hope it holds for unloading Tuesday and Wednesday.
I shall be back Friday to spend the night camping here before signing away the house Saturday morning. After that I shall just have to locate the cats and put them in their boxes (they're going to LOVE that!) and drive up to Quimper again. It's all falling into place.

Friday, 5 October 2007

On the Move

Funny time to be writing, as I have removal men all around me and packing cases in heaps and towers in every room. But I've been told not to worry and let them get on with it, so I'm sitting in a corner while it all happens.

I think this must be the worst experience of all my life! I sat in my bath last night, before going to supper with Jean-Luc and Marylou, who are kindly feeding me most of the time now, thinking "Why am I doing this? What ever got into me?"

The house echoes and resonates with every step and every word spoken. It's as if I'd never lived here. It's not the same place. My bedroom is the only room that has any semblance of comfort and order although all the bookshelves are empty and the bits and pieces gone. It's warm outside, especially for October, but the house seems cold. I can't light a fire, they've stacked cases in the middle of the sitting room in front of the fireplace.

We are Friday. They started yesterday afternoon, and arrived at 7h00 this morning to pack all day. I shall have to get through the weekend like this, then Monday they are coming at 7h00 to load a lorry. I shall speed up to Finistere Monday afternoon to clean the house before furniture is unloaded. Not long to go. It's just a rotten week. In a month or so I shan't even remember it, but I hope I recollect enought to remind me not to move again in a hurry!

We have had some splended weather. When I went up to Brittany last week, it was simply beautiful and hot, one could have been on the Cote d'Azur. I had a big smile on my face as I drove up and drew near to my destination, I thought "I'm not just going on holiday, I'm going to LIVE here". The countryside was wonderful. The house was not fit to sleep in when I got there, so I gave the van der Plaetsen's a ring and they gave me a bed for the night. I unloaded all the plants and stuff I had in the car, and since I didn't want to disturb them for dinner because they had family there, I drove to Audierne via Douarnenez along the coast. It was quite lovely. I wanted to eat at the Roi Gradlon where Mike and Mum stay when they go to Audierne, but it was Friday evening and a weekend of grandes marees so the place was stuffed with Parisiens and other "foreigners" who had come up especially for the peche a pied. They had no room for me to eat, so I went across the parking lot to a little shacky place just above the break water where they do moules and things. There were quite a few people, I ate on the terrasse although it was a bit chilly, and to be different didn't have moules but palourdes and a brochette d'agneau frites. I should have had moules! It wasn't bad but not fantastic, not expensive either, and I had the sea crashing against the rocks just beneath and the sun setting over the Baie d'Audierne. Not bad.