I am of the opinion that moving countries and downsizing both your life and your house is not so much stressful as Profoundly Mentally Taxing.
I have this button here that allows me to preview changes before I post.
Now wouldn’t that be a useful life tool?
Change is, of course, the key to moving forward. Consider this place. No, this is not a trendy bistro that has just discovered pseudo French shabby chic style twenty years after everybody else. No. It was once a typical British pub with dark wooden ceilings, horse brasses, china tankards, cast iron pub table legs and very old horsehair stuffed bench seating; the backs of these still sporting the little bells with which one could summon the barmaid fifty years ago. Don’t try that now. Only a few months ago I was saying that this was the last proper pub around here.
It has had a make-over. Some of which, like the herringbone tweed upholstery bottom right and donkey brown wall above is rather interesting. Some of it is not. This used to be a favourite spot in the early days of our romance. The Black Country Boy is not convinced by pub-lite. Neither am I.
The food is still generous ( yes peas and salad are natural plate buddies here) but a fashionable upgrade to sweet potato fries was a little unexpected. It’s all still cooked fresh and served, with a real smile and inpenetrable local dialect, on plates 12 inches across. That tradition has not changed. Manual labour needs fuelling and you don’t get many execs in here. It’s none the worse for that.
I require fuelling as I edit and reduce what we are taking to absolute must-haves, aesthetically (natch!) and practically. Whilst sorting through a box of mostly antique bed linen I found a stone carving of a rose and a pair of brass escutcheon plates with stylised eagles.
I have NO memory of purchasing either.
I bounced off downstairs to gleefully inform Trev that we have four more full boxes for taping up and that I had found the eagle escutcheons.
Gill ” I’ve just found these wonderful door plates, but I’ve no idea why I bought them or where I’m going to put them in France”
Trev ” Well, that’s never stopped you before…”
Whatever does he mean?
I find it absolutely ironic that the British have systematically annihilated their real pubs with ‘make-overs’ and ‘gastro-food’ and yet voted (all be it by a hare’s whisker) to exit Europe seemingly and those that did vote in this precariously stupid manner are all about returning to Great British Traditions …. ummmm! That traditional lasagne and sweet potato chips does look rather marvellous though!! Bon continuation with your hard labour and may the sun shine brightly on your arrival Chez l’Aude 😊
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Yes, even here in the industrial heartland of the Midlands there are no proper pubs left.
And yes, the retro plated lasagne and sweet potato fries were excellent
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I’m very impressed with your fortitude and decision-making! Our tiny house in Normandy is still a work in progress. We are in Paris, but believe it will be easier now to source things like flooring and heaters, kitchen and bath, and get out to visit and see the work more often. Maybe we will be able to stay in the little house before the end of the year!
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I hope you do. If not, what is all this effort for!
I keep giving myself a similar pep talk
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As an editor, I think editing is always a good idea. That said, I often regret things I jettisoned too soon. Live and learn. It’s a fine line between being a savvy brocanteur and being a hoarder.
As for “renovations” of favorite eateries, well, the spots that manage to resist for an extremely long time become known precisely for that (like le Cirio in Brussels). But not everybody has the fortitude for that, and they go for fake old instead.
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We have to edit. But there are two critical aspects to this; one, we have done the whole big house, huge garden thing and it was so much work and responsibility to keep it going and- two, this project has been a decade in the doing and I now absolutely know what will sit right in the house and what won’t. So I can edit with a degree of confidence.
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le Cirio is my FAVOURITE bar in the world!
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How’s that for a coincidence?
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Same sort of thing has happened to a lot of our classic coffee shops in the U.S., those that would serve breakfast all day, hamburgers and a mishmash of other dishes – salads, casseroles, etc. – almost any food you could think of, with ice cream sundaes and shakes too. These are all being wiped out and replaced with low end fast food, or sushi or vegan places. Tastes change with the generations, I suppose, but I miss the decor of the coffee shops, with their comfy red leather booths and formica countertops.
Re: making the move – just completed ours, but we still have a lot we have left behind in storage, and I keep having dreams about being in out of control vehicles! You are right, that the mental toll is more than we admit to ourselves – but change is good, and I am so happy we are in France now.
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We will be following you shortly Ellen.
I am leaving nothing behind if it doesn’t make the cut. Are you in the little house?
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