Crooked House

A country life in France

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

Not as Troglodytic as one might suppose

Our local supermarket, like all the others in France, sells an astounding array of alcohol, with some very good wines at exceptional prices. They also sell some very cheap and cheerful stuff. Without the heavy taxation of the UK, all the alcohol here seems like pretty good value but we are certainly not  used to seeing wine on the supermarket shelves priced in the thirty/fifty pound bracket. So, quite a range… It gets better –Continue readingNot as Troglodytic as one might suppose

A nice cup of tea

There are some expats in France who cling determinedly to their Britishness and their British habits, especially the dietary ones. Do not let the title of this post mislead you, I am not becoming one of those. Like many people, when I think of France I think very much of coffee (or café) and café culture. The French are a nation of coffee drinkers after all. Or are they? It turns out that the FrenchContinue readingA nice cup of tea

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