On August 9th we’ll have lived in France for 5 years. A post Brexit move – insane, but fulfilling a long held ambition. Today I realised that almost one third of the time we have lived here has been in the COVID world. That makes you pause, huh?
Slowly life is getting back to normal. However with all the cycles of lockdowns I’m apprehensive that we may not be open again for Christmas this year. We’ll see.
We’ve had three bright spots in our lives recently though. The first was a concert at our daughters pre school. L’école maternelle had a concert with the children singing. The parents arrived in the bright sunshine. Maskless. Free. It felt like this…
In the playground, the same density of an open air market, our masks went back on. The children sang. It was sunny. Perfect.
Then came the first gourmet market in our village…
Our second was tonight. My parents, who live in France,came. My mother, not much of a drinker, said to me “I said to your father, next time we’ll stay the night and get drunk. I don’t think I’ve ever heard my mum say that.
Simple pleasures. I long for normal.