Tales from the Terrace Anecdotes on my moving to France nearly 17 years ago. PART 2

In 2025 I will have been living in France for 17 years. Where has it gone and how has it been. Time to share the good the bad and the humourous tales.

Welcome back dear reader.

I left you with the words that although we were in an empty house with rain pouring outside 'serendipity struck.' And strike it did the next day.

It was clear we needed to do some shopping. So after a night in sleeping bags and on airbeds, one of which turned out to have a slow leak, we decided that shopping was called for.

So we went to the next village, where a supermarket and fuel could be found. We trooped around to buy essential and comforting treats when I saw a man in a nearby aisle looking strangely familiar.

I turned to the friend and asked her if she thought it looked like Roger, who we had met in a singles social club back in Birmingham? She wasn't sure. But being me, I went up to him and asked him the exact question in English. And he, being a retired school teacher spoke in clear English, 'I'm afraid you have the advantage of me madame?'

Explanations followed and it turned out that it was his birthday and he was having a party that evening, would we like to go. Talk about 'it's a small world.' Looking back to when I knew him in England I remember him talking about his house in the south of France, so maybe that information had secreted itself somewhere in my memory. Who knows.

We rocked up at the party and reacquainted ourselves with Jane whom he met at the same club and was now his wife. There was plenty of reminiscing and of course, lots of new people to meet. Interesting, one really does find any port in a storm, and this chance meeting was one such occasion which taught me a lot. Mainly about not judging a book by it's cover and that people are not always as they present.

More next time dear reader

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