Category Archives: The little people

Recylcing at last

It’s not that I don’t want to write, rather that I don’t get round to it. 4 months… Hmmm.

That restaurant was brilliant. The kind of restaurant that has a small choice of dishes but where you can guarantee that any one dish will be perfect, so the meal was nice, the wine was very nice and the champagne, well, we regretted ordering a glass each and not simply a bottle instead of the wine.
The thing about the restaurant though is the view!! It is on the top of the hill next to the basilica and even with mist you have an incredible view of the whole of Lyon and at night, of course, all of it’s lights. Lyon is the city of lights. We didn’t have a clear night but, sat in the bay window with a 20 metre drop below and the hill vanishing steeply below that, we could still see so many lights twinkle, I was enchanted.

A VERY nice way to celebrate my first year in France. Thank you my lovely Fabrice!

There are so many highlights to the past three months that I’ll have to pick out a few favourites and sadly forget most.

Music:
SanSeverino was certainly great fun. I don’t know anyone else capable of singing quite as madly and rapidly as him while coming of with the daftest things all the while 🙂
The guy who did his first half was manic: air guitar with the guitar and all the excessive mimics.
Yodelice was brilliant. Truly! We saw him in first part of Tracy Chapman this summer and loved it and December’s concert was just as enjoyable. So much so that I actually went out and bought Fabrice the CD full price, something we hardly ever do since by waiting just a few months you can usually get most things for peanuts in a sale of some kind.

Little people: Fabrice and I visited a few families with kids, amongst them his God-daughter (11) and God-son (1) (for whom we had fun Christmas shopping for bath-books) and my nephews and niece. I could write so many things about them all. Fab kids!!
My niece tops the lots with two grand acts. She regularly rings Maman to tell her all about the latest scratch, bump, argument with brothers, telling off by parents etc, warning them beforehand that she’s going to pack her bags and move to her nan’s.
The second had me in stitches. I rang one afternoon when everyone apart from her was having a nap (‘sieste’ is nearly as important an institution in France of a weekend as it is in Spain any day). She called her mom and dad who didn’t move and called them again, then she said something about handing the phone to her younger brother, 18 months, who usually eats it at the best of times, and I could hear her counting to 5. Older brother comes running, bullet-like, and ends up with the phone instead and I was able to say I’d ring back later and said bye. At this point it dawned on me what she was doing 🙂 counting to 5 like mom does and about do the equivalent of sitting her parents on the naughty stair: giving the phone to godzilla. I love it!! The little lady absolutely rocks!!!

Work:
Ever the eco-warrior, I’m recycling ME. It’s taken me years to truly move on this.
I’m sick of waiting for the paperwork I need to get enrolled in the NVQ validation process for a job which may be decently paid but seems promised for extinction or at least is becoming increasingly rare. So I’ve finally made some of the initial steps needed to begin working as a translator.
I’ve sent out my CV and that sort of thing and put in the translation/interpreting criteria on my ‘job-shop Français’ account.
I’ve had one interview which was a shot in the dark by a company who needed a PA desperately but failed to tell me that. The guy did give me a couple of tips though including reminding me that I need to sort out the equivalent of self-employment asap.
I’ve done a couple of test translations (Fr to En + En to Fr) for an American company called ITC which has a branch just down the road whom I don’t recommend to any of you for your translating needs. They had the nerve to reply to both texts with the same misspelt and badly punctuated email words to the effect of: ‘Thank you for applying your style doesn’t suit us’! I raged at the lack of respect and tried to convince myself it must have been an automatic reply sent out by a machine.
I have an interview on Thursday in Bordeaux for full time translating job. Oh my…

VoilĂ !

There could be more but this’ll do as a run down of the main events of the past 4 months.

Oh no! I forgot: my little sister is getting married! She’s going to look like a fairy princess in the dress she’s thought up. Wehey!!

Ă€ bientĂ´t!
xxx

work and play

It’s been ages since I last sat down long enough in front of this dear mac to do more than check a few mails and occasionally reply.

Throughout April I worked over 150 hours, mostly for the agency, which amounts to a full time job. In March already I’d done about 100h. This month should be over 130h. I’m getting into the swing of daytime hours with a month-long contract working roughly a 9-5.

Time really does fly. I’ve seen my sister and her little ones a few times, including them all visiting to drop Maman off before she returned south from spending a good holiday with them. Fabrice and I saw Maman twice while she was here. Both occasions were lovely calm times at my sister’s but while they’d gone away for the weekend.

In between, various friends have invited us for a meal or two and a birthday party and we’ve visited Fabrice’s parents pretty regularly. I have to say we do ok for food over here both with nice fresh stuff to buy and loads of good restaurants all over the place which are quite affordable. My cooking skills are improving no end as Fabrice finds me new recipies to try out too 🙂

I’ve got visitors coming soon from Wales and this summer from Wales and the UK. I’m very eager to see everyone 🙂

RIght, it’s just about time to eat so I’ll shut up and post this.

xxx

Now we are French…

Well well well, I thought I’d got round to writing something just before our blogs switched over, but if I did, it is now lost along with my links…

I’ll have to get used to this whole word press thing. Not that it’s complicated, simply different.

So I’m French! It’s actually now official that I am both French and English. At long last! It needs saying for the sake of all the times I’ve told people that I’m British by default 🙂

By next Spring I’ll have my Carte d’IdentitĂ©. I have to wait a bit before applying.

A big big big THANKS goes to my drivers… Maman and TIred&Emotional did a marvellous job getting the van there and back 🙂 Thank you Thank you Thank you!!!!

Fabrice says Maman is Robocop. I believe him. She’s driving up here for Christmas (I’m saying that just to impress any of you who know how far she’s about to drive in the silly weather we’ve got right now!).

Life with Fabrice is lovely. I look at him and think how nice it is to be together and not miles and miles apart.  Day to day stuff is precious! The flat is small but things are getting organised now and my Welsh dresser has pride of place in the kitchen and is finally totally used for kitchen kind of things.

Fabrice is walking on his own 2 legs again and has been back at work for just about a month by now. He’s even back into the swing of a full working day which took a while.

My nephews and niece are cheeky and lovable as ever. It’s nice to see them so much after missing their growing up and skipping stages. A shuffled off the sofa the other day after I’d changed him and wriggled down until his toe then his feet touched the floor, then he stood against the sofa nice and solid on his little legs. He’s been pushing on his legs increasingly steadily and it was awesome being there for that.

I’ve got so many stories like that!

 I think seeing how happy my lovely sister is that I can help her a bit is one of the biggest perks. I know she’s happy to have her big sister’s around. I’m quite sure I must send her potty at times too, but we are sisters aren’t we 🙂

Apart from that, I’m up to my neck in paperwork and job searches, and up to eyes in a yucky yucky cold cum flu, so for now, I shall love you and leave you.

A bientĂ´t!

Back on the treadmill

I’m back for last long hard grind.

I’ve moved. No more house of Cecil. I’m a lodger again for a while.

I’ve had a great holiday with Fabrice. My nephew is as cute as I expected and a strong little babe too and his big brother and sister are as high in energy and fun as ever and then some.

September’s pay will see me pay off the final credit card and free of nasty debts. Until then I’m carrying on with overtime to make sure the process is as fast as possible.

In between shifts, the plan is to sort some of the things which are in some friends’ garage and need selling. I didn’t have the time or energy to put things up for sale properly so I’ve got a clutter of chests of drawers and beds and the like needing a home. If I were rich and famous I’d give them and be done. It’s so tempting to just do that and not bother, but I need new reading glasses 🙂

I’m missing Fabrice both more and less than usual. The fact that I can soon move to France helps I think, yes it’s good that I’m in the last lap of that race too. It’s easier nowadays to be far away but it doesn’t beat popping down the road together for a pint or a coffee. I’m looking forward to being able to do that without thinking I’ll be back a world away within a few days. I’ll be able to see my nephews and nieces grow and be part of their life regularly. 🙂

Iliana was 2 last Friday! I had to travel back the day before. No more of that.

There’ll always be people I miss but it comes from being a whole lot of halves and can’t be avoided.

I’m re-reading ‘The Money Secret’. I don’t often re-read books so soon but it was awesome and still is. It could do with being spread as wide as the Bible in this debt-ridden western society of ours. I wanted to refresh it’s truths in my mind. Renewing our mind… Essential!! Absolutely essential. Thank you EA, Rob Parsons and Care for the Family.

xxx