Back Into Routine
How’s your summer going so far? Leave the unpredictable weather out of the conversation, and hopefully it’s been a good one.
I’ve just got back from 2 weeks in South-West France, where we also experienced slightly disappointing weather but had a great time away (I’ll bore you sometime with the photos). I always like to try and speak French where possible but clearly fail to be at all convincing to the locals. Each morning I’d walk to the local boulangerie to buy our breakfast and in my best French accent, I’d nervously say “Bonjour. Je voudrais cinq croissants et cinq pain au chocolat s'il vous plait” to which they would reply … “Certainly sir, that’ll be 10 Euros please”. HOW DO THEY KNOW?!
The real tricky bit is coming home and getting back into routine which can be harder than predicted when you’ve just had a fortnight of lie-ins, chilling out, going to the beach and living in a property where the kitchen is bigger than your entire house. France itself is pretty spacious anyway, so the moment you arrive back in the UK it seems like someone’s pushed all the houses closer together, made the roads smaller and dumped a lot more traffic everywhere. Driving back from Dover, even the road signs looked different. In France, they’re either white or blue, end of. Where as here they’re green, brown, blue, yellow – it makes your eyes go funny when you’re not used to it as you drive up the A20.
We got home very late on Saturday night after a 16 hour door-to-door journey, emptied the car and went straight to bed. It’s now Thursday. My case is yet to be unpacked and I’m still struggling with driving on the left again. We went to a restaurant in Bromley on Sunday evening, they handed me the menu and I nearly said “Merci beaucoup”!
It looks like I should be fully back into normal routine by about November.