Crooked House

A country life in France

A little shopping trip

We had to visit Limoges today to buy a spare part from a motorhome dealer. To make the journey worthwhile we did of course have to visit Grand Frais too but not before we called in at Gamm Vert. We were in search of a cat harness and in France it appears that the easiest way to find pet supplies is to visit a garden centre. Well, what a surprise – Gamm Vert is soContinue readingA little shopping trip

Just a bit agley

Thursday has not gone to plan and we did not go to Poitiers. For some little while now, Mr L has been fuming at the car which was frequently telling us that a tyre needs air.  This morning he found out why, there was a screw embedded in it. Unfortunately our car does not come with a spare tyre, so he had to take it into Norauto in Montmorillon. Norauto were ace and fixed itContinue readingJust a bit agley

A Gift for Dusty

As Cat was in the house when Mr L returned from walking the dog, he boxed her up and headed off to the vet to make an appointment but in the hope that they might just fit her in. They couldn’t, so he was soon home again and she is due for her rendezvous on Monday morning. Cat will be needing a name for her passport. We have decided on Fifi as Mr L willContinue readingA Gift for Dusty

It’s a blue one

We have been having a rare day today, cool, cloudy and just a little damp. I have been taking advantage of increased energy levels to rearrange the mess in the house and to clear up some kitchen leftovers. The Crooked Man and the Not-so-crooked-cat have been out to visit the vet. The vet agrees with us that Dusty is probably around 3 months old, perhaps a little less. Old enough anyway to have his injectionsContinue readingIt’s a blue one

Just imagine

Imagine, if you will, a small village in South West France. Scarcely more than a hamlet, just a farm and a few houses. It sits astride a quiet Departmental road.

Yesterday, had you been driving along that D road you might have thought it a ghost village as you passed by. Doors closed, not a soul about. … Continue readingJust imagine

Definitely a Thing

I need to report that Beetroot with Raspberry Vinegar is definitely A Thing. Over here it is rare to find raw beetroot. It mostly comes ready boiled, though not pre-packed.  This is a bit of a shame as I do enjoy my beetroot roasted. However, it is highly convenient to  be able to pick up a ready boiled beet and just skin and chop it for a salad. Tonight I conducted further experiments with theContinue readingDefinitely a Thing

Me and my tummy (yummy)

We were out and about on Monday, to Limoges. We had hoped to buy a ladder in order to tackle the wasp nests in the roof but were unlucky. However, we were able to explore the Limoges branch of Grand Frais and to bring some goodies home. We also visited an Asian supermarket and treated ourselves to a steel wok. The heat was almost unbearable. We had the 12v cooler box but it wasn’t copingContinue readingMe and my tummy (yummy)

Burrata

I am exceedingly peeved that the photographs that I took of our beautiful supper are somehow not on my camera card. These wonderful tomatoes from Grand Frais were paired with a Burrata cheese from the same source. It was our first Burrata but it certainly will not be our last. In a simple salad with tomatoes and basil, drizzled with good olive oil and Balsamic vinegar, and served with a crusty bread – it wasContinue readingBurrata

Tales from a Crooked Kitchen

Today’s focus has been mostly upon the kitchen, not least because a delivery team from Boulanger spent an inordinate amount of time in there when rehanging the freezer door. It was also far too hot to go outside for long and the kitchen is a relatively cool space in which to hang out. Our first task after the delivery van left was to switch on the freezer and ready it for filling. Task number twoContinue readingTales from a Crooked Kitchen

Grand Frais

A trip to the CPAM office in Poitiers brought about mixed results. Poitiers is the administrative centre for the Vienne and the centre was obviously very busy, far busier than the satellite in Montmorillon. We stood in the queue with sinking hearts and a recognition that a rendezvous was going to be needed… but it wasn’t. Once we had been directed to the correct queue a receptionist gave us a number, just like in Argos,Continue readingGrand Frais

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