UN SIX MONTHS LATER. I feel as if I’m functioning on two levels. On the surface I continue as normal. Going about my busy life, laughing, talking, being a grandma, being a friend. Singing in the choir, going away for the weekend. But buried deep, deep within me is a terrible sadness which occasionally bubbles … Continue reading
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PRIX DE DIANE…..FROCKS ‘n HATS!….
I am not going to say much here because for Muriel and I it was all about frocks and hats. For any fashionistas attending, they must think they have died and gone to heaven. This horse racing festival at Chantilly is the French equivalent of Royal Ascot. We should have been going with Michael … Continue reading
CATACOMBES?…JUST A PILE OF OLD BONES!
One of the things I managed to do on my Paris list was visit the Catacombes. http://www.catacombes.paris.fr/ I will cheat and reproduce the history of this strange place. The Catacombs of Paris (the “municipal Ossuary”) have been created at the end of the 18th century. The cemetery of Innocent (close to Saint-Eustace, in the district of the “Halles”) had been used during nearly … Continue reading
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BLOG. ( and my mum)
A year ago my dear friend Roniece persuaded to go public with my blog, which up to then had just been a kind of on line diary for my personal use. Since then, to my amazement, I have had around 60,000 page views, which is a lot of people and a bit scary! What was happening a … Continue reading
WHAT SHALL WE DO AT CHRISTMAS?
I am in an “extended” family. That is, Michael and I have both been married before, so our children have stepmothers and stepfathers and our grandchildren all have at least three sets of grandparents sometimes four. Christmas is the worst time for divorced families because everybody wants a piece of the action, everybody wants to see their children or parents on Christmas day. This often causes such conflict … Continue reading
(Paris day 9) BIKING BUDDIES!
It is so nice when you find a biking buddy! Jane from Cincinnatti is as crazy about biking as I am, but after a week cycling around Brittany you would think she needed a rest, but no, she was game for anything. (I must say we had been cycling for about 8 hours at this point!) … Continue reading
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