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Moving Soon.

Knock Knock, who's there .........?

29th March

Lugged all 60 pictures up the spiral staircase to the room with a view. Two flights, 17 and 15 steps left me in a spin. Knees, ankles and back rebelled. Ibuprofen barely touched the sensitive parts that a cool, Rose does and did.

 Sunday 31st March.

Last day here at the Gite. I will miss the views and the changing light and shadows. But then, there is a whole view of a valley where we are going.

 Just realised the clocks have gone forward an hour, here and in the UK.

 Final packing, all my electronics, computer, printer, chargers and extension leads to be packed and not mislaid!

 I shall miss the Domaine de Beauregard Rose.

 Monday 1st April.

 Readers, We have been in England all the time. I have just conjured what has been written before……………..!

 Yeah yeah. Got it?

 We moved in today. It’s been a week of who and what goes where. Boxes and more boxes, suitcases, and lively discussions about where simple things like: Where is the corkscrew, knives and forks, pants and knickers?

 But first there was The Orange Man: Broadband, TV, WiFi and a Telephone if we wanted a landline. There was an old twenty-year-old connection which took him ten minutes to revive on an equally old wire connection, before he flew off with a frantic wave of the hand.

 I was not sure if the wave was a two finger salute, which Brits know so well, the same salute, harking back to an old English v French battle at Agincourt in France. This was where the vastly outnumbered Brits and Welsh Archers in particular, saw off the French gentry and their army, with the two fingers that they had threatened to chop off when they won. These were the same two fingers that these broad shouldered and muscularly deformed Welsh Archers pulled their longbows, releasing their arrows with machine gun efficiency. Try pulling one of these Longbows now over the course of a battle. Impossible. 

Wednesday 3rd April.

There was no help with the three gadgets we had received from Orange, to connect to our old English TV, with an equally confusing Wi-Fi link to our Confusers. I used my fingers too late. I then checked an English network of helpers online and phoned an expert for help for help; 90€. I gagged at first and confirmed for a time on Friday.

 However, I opened the three boxes and followed the instructions as best I could with my limited French and Google Translate. I would have failed if I had not realised at two stages, that I had not turned a gadget on at a critical stage of launch, or removed a polyethene strip on a channel selector, that stopped me using the ‘OK’ button. But, we now have all the connections we need: WiFi, TV and even a link to our WiFi Printer.

Leading up to this post, there were some other interesting events, like having my mail account hacked, encountering english builders with charismas bye-pass and more. I shall add these snapshots shortly.