No en-suite. No dressing.

The simple things I didn’t know! A hob - that you cook on, is a plat cuisson, for example. I’ve never cooked with anyone French in the room and had to mention it…

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Apero-priate and Apero-iciated

Gosh these weeks are flying by. Doesn't work get in the way?! So, there I was, bundle of not-sure and will-it-be-okay and all that in anticipation of our neighbours arriving for our apero's on the Saturday. At least we knew some people were coming. Unlike the trend set when we sent out invitations to our … Continue reading Apero-priate and Apero-iciated

The Same Language?

Just because you understand the words coming out of one another's mouths (strangely pronounced vowels notwithstanding), doesn't mean you'll completely understand each other! When we moved to New Zealand I didn't expect quite the culture shock, and cultural differences, that we experienced.

A vomit of French (I’m sorry to say…)

Sometimes I utter a phrase in French, which, as it leaves my mouth, I know to be utter garbage. Some recognisable words in there but strung together in an ugly melange of tenses that must sound horrible, with perhaps a hopeful colloquialism thrown in for good measure...

Will you be going home?

So asked someone of me recently, and I was honestly confused, for a moment or two. I live here. I am here. My little immediate family unit is here. For me, that’s home.  Isn't it? For lots of people, when they’re somewhere that isn’t where they were born, they simply aren’t home. Leaving home For … Continue reading Will you be going home?

Time to knock the expats on the head?

Looking around the web the other week for some supporting articles on subjects I was researching for this blog, I kept falling upon 'ex-pat' websites.  Sites like 'Expatica', 'expat.com' and 'Internations' to name just a few - full of references to 'ex-pats' all over the world. Today I started to look at the kinds of … Continue reading Time to knock the expats on the head?

S’no Fear

Since it snowed a lot, we’ve done some skiing. I don’t think I mentioned that it snowed a lot. Well it really and truly did. And it scared me. When you grow up in southern England, the idea of snow being scarey seems ridiculous. Snow is exciting. It’s unusual, and when it happens it’s a … Continue reading S’no Fear