This morning Leo talked to me about “the other France”, by which he means the France where Norrie and Mary our friends in the Savoie live and not the Languedoc where we are. It got me thinking about how different a child’s world is.
England is waking up to a new world this morning, although final results are still not in. Personally I think it will be a better one. At least Dishy Dave will make a fresh-faced change from crusty old Gordon.
I can’t believe only 65% of the population voted. OK so I have to admit I didn’t, but the administrative nightmare of organising a postal vote is just too much. And actually as we were residents in “our” France for nine years before coming here I’m not sure we’re even eligible.
In August we go to France; both our France and Norrie and Mary’s. I can’t wait to see all our friends and the familiar landscape. We will also go to “my” London, where I hope we will stay with our friend Virginia and close to all the things that make London so special (M&S, the Phoenix pub, Waterstone’s, LK Bennet etc) whoever is in charge.
Have a good weekend and I leave you with a picture of the now almost totally toothless wonder and his sister.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2010