I don't hear you but I recognise the vibrations of a Brit in France deprived of her internet connection. I don't wish to be negative but I have spent more time than I care to recall awaiting Frenchmen with spanners. Let's hope yours is more timely and reliable!
No internet connection? For goodness' sake, you are not living in the depths of the Shropshire Marches, on the borders of wild, wild, Wales, are you? Stop biting your nails and tearing out your hair this instant!
I take it that the man with spanners has still not arrived, either that or you are running around in circles tearing out your hair while trying to keep a tinfoil hat on your head.
We are all eagerly awaiting your return, mind you I think it might be advisable for us to get in touch with interpol to track you down and deliver you a set of spanners. Looking forward to your return. much love Lia xx
I am an ex-Londoner living in rural Brittany, France, for the last 18 years, with my family and far too many animals and wood stoves: these ramblings, some of which are cross, are about life in the countryside, and how to cope when your high heels are replaced by clogs.
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11 comments:
I can hear you, just barely hear you. I can just barely hear you.
I don't hear you but I recognise the vibrations of a Brit in France deprived of her internet connection. I don't wish to be negative but I have spent more time than I care to recall awaiting Frenchmen with spanners. Let's hope yours is more timely and reliable!
My fingers are crossed too,
GG
I hope Spannerman's been and gone successfully.
Are you back yet? Try putting aluminum foil on your head and see if you can pick up any signals. Oh, and take a picture of it for us, please.
Anything yet? Anything (anything anything anything???????)?
No internet connection? For goodness' sake, you are not living in the depths of the Shropshire Marches, on the borders of wild, wild, Wales, are you?
Stop biting your nails and tearing out your hair this instant!
I take it that the man with spanners has still not arrived, either that or you are running around in circles tearing out your hair while trying to keep a tinfoil hat on your head.
We are all eagerly awaiting your return, mind you I think it might be advisable for us to get in touch with interpol to track you down and deliver you a set of spanners.
Looking forward to your return.
much love Lia xx
Just what we all need now & then.. a man with spanners!
It's still all quiet.... am off to play some Eurythmics to remind myself why I like them so much. (Sorry, you've had my royalties already!)
hello again everyone one...my shout is a bit louder now
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