A kind of beginning

It's a bit hard to begin at the beginning, given it's already six months since we moved to France, but yesterday our project manager sent us the first draft of the plans for the changes we want to make to our house and that feels like some kind of beginning.

'We' is said with more than a hint of royalty (although that has a whole new meaning here in election year) as 'we' aren't going to do all the work. My partner works full-time (from home, praise be to whoever pressed the button to bring broadband to our small dot on the map of France) and although I'm a dab hand with a paintbrush I don't think I've enough weight to pull when it comes to making holes in our 50cm-thick walls, however big the hammer.

I hope this doesn't become yet another blog about brits in france having disasters with their renovations......given there are already far too many books on that subject, I don't intend to fill the Google-ether with even more. I want to write about everyday life here, rain or shine. On verra, as they say......