Good Meuhning!

This post was started almost a year ago, June 29, 2017, and a lot has happened since then. But we wanted to include it in our adventures

Good Meuhning!  Good Meuhning!  Every morning Eric greets us in his attempt to sound sort of “Francish”.  Eric and his sons, Mark and Nicky, the Lanchester troisome, have been basically living with us for the last 10 weeks (Good God has it been that long!?).  Eric moved his whole family, including adult children, over to France six years ago to escape the British weather and equally dreary British economy (unlike the Brexiters they wanted to become more intimate with the EU).

It is an interesting phenomena that there is a big constituency here of British refugees.  They fled England for various reason and have been very good for the local economy here.  They are the ones who are revitalizing old farms and dying little French villages.  It is a big mystery to me why the majority of imports into the area we live are non-French, mostly Brits, and not French.  In The Netherlands, for example, you saw a big influx of retirees from western Holland buy up delapidated farms in east Netherlands, but that is not happening here.

Jeff with electric saw
Jeff rebuilding shutters

But I am digressing.   The goal of this post is to give you a more realistic picture than the one we have given you so far.  it is not all walks through bucolic country sides, sipping wine while watching another magnificent sunset and delicious meals made from produce grown here around

Tanja on ladder with lasure
I actually got some of the lasure onto the beams!

us.  On the contrary.  Most of our time is spent on getting supplies for the lads (and us) at the various bricos (-depot, -rama, -cash….).  There is nothing idyllic and beautiful about these places.  In fact, it is as bad as any strip mall in the US.  See the pictures.

Lads with wheel barrow
Lads in new kitchen to be

So far Rick has been posting all these stories about beautiful adventures in our neighborhood, watching glorious sunsets with wine, lovely meals on the veranda.  The perfect La Vie en Rose.  But it is not all sunsets and wine. There is plenty of hard work and disappointment, not to mention the waiting, waiting waiting to get things done. But we are glad to be here, and we are excited about completing our work and being able to have guests at long last.



Moving One Pile of Rocks to an other Pile of Rocks

Last week I started Karschering (the french word for pressure washing.  Really!)  the stones around the pool.  Jerry, our everything-is-a-possibility-and-there-are-no-problems real estate agent, had assured us that the dingy looking tiles and stones around the pool needed a good karschering and everything will look as good as new. Well, the moment I started kashering tiles, tiles, rocks and even a snake started jumping and slithering around me. I channeled my inner Jerry: No problem, this is a great opportunity to actually enlarge the terrasse around the pool.  It was all a bit cramped anyway.  I am just going to break down the whole wall.   In this day and age who needs walls anyway.  I got the Kascherer out, I bought a sledge hammer.  Of I go.   One bit of the wall came out easily, the others didn’t.  They got stuck  between a rock and a hard place.  And did NOT go down easily.  At the end of the day Eric, the Dad of the our Lancester threesome, took one look at me being covered in debris and soaked to the bones. “You need my lads to help you tomorrow.  They have some heavy machinery and they will loosen those stones for you in no-time.  So that is what they did this morning. It still took a whole day to get that damned wall down and move them to an other pile.  At one point the wall looked like the mouth of giant with really bad teeth.  At the end of the day, the lads had to do a few more root canals and finally all the rocks where moved from one pile to an other.  Now what?  Don’t want to think about that.  I need a stiff Gin and Tonic first.