Over the years we have spent in Lyon we have tested every means of travelling to the UK: plane, Eurostar, Eurotunnel, and ferry. When leaving France, they each have their particular advantages and disadvantages, […]
Ha! It’s funny how furtive being the only person to eat makes you feel. I often feel that they must see me as grotesquely obese, as if the idea of eating somewhere other than at a table puts tonnes onto your […]
I quite agree, Anne. I miss the adventurousness more rather than less with time. And proper street food (as opposed to cheese and onion crisps and midnight kebabs) is fabulous, though not usually eaten on a bus. […]
Ha! Yes, I love lengthy admin chains that tell you that you should have paid a bill ten months’ previously, when the letter has only just made it through your door. How you manage it from the other side of the […]
It’s funny how you forget these things once they have finished, isn’t it? The timbre fiscale seems unforgettable, but I’m sure it will have passed into the mists of time a few months down the line… until the […]
Oh dear! When I think about the hurdles for us as (still, just about) European citizens, I dread to think what it must be like for everyone else. Who is it that snaps up these appointments? What is their secret? Good luck!
On a recent trip to the UK I took the girls on a London bus. The Curly One, who must have been a bloodhound in a former life, suddenly wrinkled her nose in distaste. “Mummy,” she said, in her well-spoken fog […]
Oh my goodness. That sounds HORRENDOUS. I am so pleased that your husband was ok in the end, but really?!?!?!? And I am now very worried about the fact that we have been told the exact opposite. I suspect that the […]