Over the literary years, I feel it has become the accepted fashion to romanticise life in Rural France: The grape harvest, long leisurely meals under shady boughs, cooking from armfuls of produce from a lovingly tended garden, wine with friends……………..oh you get the picture.
Well, wake up people! Lets get a sense of reality here.
Life goes on, and the day to day trivia is alive and well, and expecting your fullest attention.
Take today’s job list for example:
1. Visit accountant to check tax return for on line submission (can’t wait)
2. Take cat to vets. (if I can catch him)
3. Change the beds. (and iron the sheets from ironing mountain hiding in summer kitchen)
4. Food shopping (to include toilet roll and bin bags).
5. Water the lawn twice (plus grapple with ancient well pump that works to rule)
6. Take the recycling down to communal depository. (Why does it smell so much when you have washed it all?)
I have left out the housework, the washing, and the shovelling out of the bomb zone that is my daughter’s bedroom.
So, sunshine apart, there’s not a lot to excite here today.
Except maybe picking up my husband from the airport, (back home after three long weeks away) a dip in our family swimming pool. a few early evening drinks with my sister and her family, picking some cherries to eat for tea, watching the sun go down…………………..it’s a hard life.