Showing posts with label summer holidays. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer holidays. Show all posts

Wednesday, 25 March 2009

OUR KIDS LIFE IN FRANCE, AND OURS - home again and back to work


















After we got back from our lovely holiday, the work progressed at a steady pace. We put a wall up around the front end of the property, the only part which wasn't enclosed, and had a new front gate for the driveway. Winter was fast approaching and the days were getting shorter. One of the first important things to do in the gite was to get the windows installed, this was particularly difficult as the walls were 50cm thick. Then we could install the windows. The double doors leading to the garden and the front door were easier as there were already openings. We don't often get snow here, but this year we did and managed to get the doors and window in before it turned too cold.

I was still working at the Hotel, and despite asking my boss for less evening work, which was feasible as me and the other guys had worked it out, it became more and more frequent. I hardly saw the children, and when I did I was too tired to do anything with them. The men were very tired too working all hours, but we had a deadline to meet if we wanted to get any summer bookings for the next year, and there was still so much more to do. We had decided that the works needed to be finished for the beginning of June at the very latest so that we could begin advertising as soon as the furniture went in. But that also meant the swimming pool had to be built too, and we were building it ourselves. Once the windows and doors were in and the ceiling insulated and boarded, and the exposed beams pressure washed, it didn't look like a barn any more. Our cowshed was beginning to look like a holiday home....



Saturday, 7 March 2009

OUR KIDS LIFE IN FRANCE, heading north in time for the summer holidays






We were all up very early on the day of the move. The kids were running riot, impatient to get on the road, but we had to wait for the last van to be packed up, which was a nightmare. A friend of ours had offered to drive our stuff to the Vendee in two vans, with his mate, to earn a quick buck. It was far cheaper than a removal company, so we welcomed the offer and agreed on a price, cash. Problem was that on the evening he came to see what we had to move, he arrived late and a little worse for wears. He'd been round a friends for "apƩritifs", honestly I had never seen him like that before! Anyway, I guess he kind of underestimated the amount of space it would take, and in consequence we spent 4 hours trying to put it all in like a jigsaw. It went in and then out again I don't know how many times, turning it this way and that in the hope it would all go in. Our friend was a little embarrassed as he was cock sure it would all fit, and now it had to no matter what as we were leaving in a couple of hours.


The vans finally left about an hour before we did, they said they had decided to go straight up mid country, something I advised them not to do not only because it's longer but also it's very mountainous, and the vans were packed to the hilt! But they didn't want the autoroute toll cost, ultimately their decision.


We said our final goodbyes, handed over the keys and we were off once again. The car was very cramped as we had to put things in that didn't fit in the vans, which meant the kids were closer together, which meant the pushing and shoving started before we had even left the village. Bribing them with sweets they were finally settled, until we got about 10 minutes down the road. One needed the loo and another had lost his water bottle lid on the floor under the seat, GRRR! And that was just the beginning of our journey.........