Down with coronavirus!
We were due to return to France at the end of March, but, here we are, mid-May, stuck in a coronavirus-riddled UK with my highly vulnerable octagenarian parents. Monsieur Macron would allow us to travel back to our Correzian home, but we simply can't leave my parents alone, as they are effectively under 'house arrest'. I'm relieved that we can be here for them, despite missing my French home like mad. It would have been unthinkably awful to have been stuck hundreds of miles away from them.
In France, our friends and neighbours have been subjected to rigorous confinement, having to fill out a dated and timed form every time they leave the house for one of the permitted essential activities. They can take exercise outdoors, but only within 1 kilometre of their homes. Masks have been distributed free of charge to all residents. Supermarkets have not been subjected to shelf-emptying panic-buyers. This is in stark contrast to Old Blighty, where we have had to endure weak leadership, mixed messages, empty supermarkets and witless people roaming and congregating as they please, hence, we now have the highest number of COVID-19 deaths in Europe.
Fortunately, our French neighbours have been keeping an eye on the houses and grounds, but I absolutely dread to think what the place will be like when we eventually return. Perhaps it will be akin to stumbling upon Sleeping Beauty's thorn-covered castle, and we'll have to hack our way in. Time will tell.
In France, our friends and neighbours have been subjected to rigorous confinement, having to fill out a dated and timed form every time they leave the house for one of the permitted essential activities. They can take exercise outdoors, but only within 1 kilometre of their homes. Masks have been distributed free of charge to all residents. Supermarkets have not been subjected to shelf-emptying panic-buyers. This is in stark contrast to Old Blighty, where we have had to endure weak leadership, mixed messages, empty supermarkets and witless people roaming and congregating as they please, hence, we now have the highest number of COVID-19 deaths in Europe.
Fortunately, our French neighbours have been keeping an eye on the houses and grounds, but I absolutely dread to think what the place will be like when we eventually return. Perhaps it will be akin to stumbling upon Sleeping Beauty's thorn-covered castle, and we'll have to hack our way in. Time will tell.
Hi Debbie. Having just read the second Janine Marsh book my thoughts inevitably flickered in your direction a few times. Thanks for the update.
ReplyDeleteWe do read your blog with interest and look forward to when you are able to write about all those nice French adventures. And by then, we will be able to resume our holidays and explorations over there.