It’s never entirely sporting to blame previous administrations for cock-ups, but the fact remains that, just occasionally, it is unavoidable.
Some years ago, under the information-poor regime of our former mayor, a little land transaction took place. There was nothing untoward in the transaction: agricultural land near the centre of the village owned by a local [...]
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A couple of things to tidy up this morning.
A message overnight via satellite from Ted with his thoughts on the small matter of integration.
Ted is currently camping out in Northern Saskatchewan where he is hunting Sasquatch in the company of someone named Billy Two-Legs.
He and Billy are being plagued by what he describes as “mosquitoes [...]
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As Pierre-Yves wended his thoughtful way home, some thousands of kilometres to West a crisis meeting was taking place.
The men around the table – and they were all men – were rich, powerful and very, very worried. They represented the secret funding resource behind the bid by one Rev. Elstow J [...]
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This is not an ad free blog.
Actually it is, and I could pretend that this is the result of some high-minded stand on my part, but, the fact is, no-one has ever asked.
If someone came along and said something like “Jon, we’ll pay you €100 per month to host an ad for Baby Slayer Integrated [...]
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Nothing discussed on the various internet forums that cater to Anglophones living in France is more likely to excite comment from the British & Twisted (BATs – see here) than the matter of integration by British incomers into the wider French community.
I’m not entirely clear in my own mind why this should be such a [...]
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Actually, I’m a whole lot less disgruntled now that Eldest Daughter is back in circulation, looking fit & bronzed and making appreciative noises about home cooking.
She got back Tuesday evening complete with a sack full of dirty laundry and presents for everyone. I was going to receive a new penknife, mine having gone missing a [...]
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The production of the Municipal Bulletin is in full swing. Various councillors are beavering away late into the night to get the copy ready for the printers, My Dear Wife among them.
She is, inter alia, preparing a little note in English to advise the handful of Anglophones with property in the commune that they have [...]
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I’ve been disgruntled for some days now.
To be fair, sometimes I am just gruntled, and on occasion merely a tad grumpy.
One reason for my discomfiture is not hard to identify: my eldest daughter is away from home and, despite the racket made by the other two, I am missing her.
She left at some ungodly hour [...]
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One of the problems, I would suggest, with is the marvel that is the World Wide Web is the way that it defines “truth”.
Truth is now defined by Google ranking or by the presence of an article on Wikipedia.
While the latter is usually OK it often only scratches the surface of a topic and some [...]
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Anyone who thinks French village life is dull just isn’t paying attention.
There are, of course, the “big ticket” dramas, but these are few and far between. For a fine example of one such I commend to you this post written on French Leave a little while ago.
Finished?
Now, why was that so interesting? It’s not, I [...]
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