renovation, restoration, frustration. Well you don’t mind me using today’s blog to vent the pressure cooker that is my head do you?? It feels a bit like the garage at the French house, stuff piled high everywhere- some useful, some complete junk.
What I am looking for is in there somewhere but can I find it when I need it ?
I have just, scarily, lost two days of my life.
Not sure if it was a chronic migraine or some weird virus or the Sahara sand smog over the UK last week, but I woke up at 5 am Saturday morning feeling like I was being crushed from the inside (not nice) I was feverish, headachey, nauseous and the slightest exertion left me with a racing heart. I basically went back to bed for 36 hours.
When I dragged myself back to some semblance of normality on Sunday evening,I realised that I had lost the whole weekend, the only two days each week when I am not obliged to work my socks off.
Then my new English neighbour, who bought a house in our French village of choice five minutes ago, rings up to tell me that they are basically good to go- house in UK rented, income sorted, move to France full time planned for a date just a few months away. Am I a little green with envy?
I am chartreuse.
Their kitchen is nearly finished too! Our kitchen is still conceptual with components stacked in both UK & French garages and no nearer completion than it was last year.
This is it… we have got to get to France … now….