  So I’m back from holiday and its time to update this blog of mine again. Why is it when you’re looking forward to a holiday the time seems to go so slowly, but once you’re back its seems to have gone so fast?
Anyway this time I really did not want to come back. Why? Because we have finally found a property in France to buy. I can &nbsp;already feel the start of a new life to beginning to open out for us. I have dreamt of living in France since I went on holiday with my parents after graduating from Uni. I didn’t have anywhere to go with friends – couldn’t afford it anyway, so my parents said I could go with them (they paid, bless them) for 2 weeks in a little cottage in Normandy France. We had the BEST time. It was a period in my life when I was slim – very slim, I was also young, and had no stresses from exams etc. OK it was hardly the sort of holiday a ‘normal’ 21 year old enjoys, being no-where near a bar let alone a night club, but I really enjoyed just hanging out with my parents as an adult, sitting in the sun reading books and making friends with the local wildlife (including the mice in my room).
Since then we have been back to France on numerous occasions and I just love their way of life. France is not so hot that everything is Manana as it might be in Spain or Mexico, but they are so much more relaxed. Life is not so fast paced. (I do not include Paris or France’s other big cities in this vast generalisation, I am talkling about rural France) Its like stepping back in time 30-50 years. People live in small communities where they care about each other. Madame goes out and sweeps her front step every day, The old men sit in the Tabac and put the world to rights.
They still eat Baguettes! Their markets (and supermarkets) are full of fresh locally produced foods. I never eat as well as when I am in France. The rural areas are poor though, and many of the younger people rush off for the bright lights of the city – who can balme them.
If I had been bought up in a small rural community where the highlight of the week is an English car driving through the village I would have done the same. Anyway, back to our house. It is perfect. It is in the Haut Garonne department, right in the middle of the Pyrenees. The house nestles in the mountains (If I can ever work out how to do it I may even add a picture!. )&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp; I wonder if that’ll work?&nbsp; No obviously not! Anyhow, we have a plan to take 3months off work to go and renovate it and then next year return to work and save up more money so that we can eventually move out there to live!
I am one excited little bunny. Oh yes on the food front. Things are going well. Holiday food was basic but tastly on the whole. Loads of salad and french bread. That type of thing, however I did drink one hell of a lot! - a sneeky peek at the scales this morning was showing a loss, but hwo knows what will happen on Wednesday I shall wait and see and I promise I wont allow the scales to depress me again!.
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