Imperfectly perfect

But perfect for me, welcome to Follie's Farm, a new and exciting beginning! Chapter 45 of the Holland ever moving train story, C'ept I'm not moving ever again! I see myself as a potentially divorced spinster of this tiny parish, should he try to drag me anywhere but here! I also reserve the right to change my mind......mad cow I am!

She's a bit of a dilapidated princess, rambling and sweet, the house not me silly! Let's face it, potential is everything. 'Everything' is in need of a do over, but it's in no way a French wreck thank goodness! No more Le Ruin's here, ta! The views however, make up for 'everything', even the over grown borders. I see roses where some see thorns and I shall endeavour I to make her bloom again. What's a few weeds between friends eh?

Inside, I don't know where to start first frankly! I guess there's no rush and we are a little exhausted after the month of bed hopping, so it's all good. Not that sort of 'bed hopping' naughty, gosh your mucky mind! Tut!

This is week one almost over and out and also already feels like forever in a really good way. Teething issues aside and lets face it, nothing is perfect when moving, but this was as if someone had forgotten we were coming? Although I get it, farming comes first and so it should. Hence this week will be a little busy with contractors coming and going. This time we aren't in charge. Amen.

This time last week it was marigolds and elbow grease at dawn, this possibly stopped me from having the usual moving meltdown I guess. Still, I'm not convinced at this stage that I will win the ancient kitchen make over war but I will try my absolute best.

Listen, I will tell you weekly now and forever, that I do not hanker after French life at all and I really don't. We almost lost our sanity over it frankly AND Nothing is worth 'everything' is it?

Nope.

Here, His Madge, is mainly either working or I will just spy his steel capped toes peaking out from under said cranky Range Rover, life style choice and all that. Next stop is our Son's Moaning Mini which has a constant fault, that even 4k in garage fees hasn't solved. Mr Fix it will indeed give it a good go and he really is happier under a vehicle these days.

Next week see's the end of another go round the sun for me. My birthday month begins and its no. 57 incoming! That slide down to Sassy sixty begins, can't stop the train so may as well embrace it!

I think I'm being cajoled into a little family soiree next Saturday to celebrate and H is home soon for a few nights on a floor mattress. Which brings me to getting him to commit to going to get our belongings, I miss them.

Look, we will be sorted by Christmas for sure!

Pray for me.

So what's occurring up your street? Did you know you can leave your chatter at the end of my ministering? Do! You are so welcome. Had some ridiculous spam and bots but you know, it's the spice of my life. I like that folks take the time to abuse me. Lucky me.

What's first here.....definitely the kitchen 'make over' which if you know me, is where live. I have a very old AGA which suits me just fine, what are cold english farm house winters in a big ole house without the AGA chugging away? Nothing much!

A lot of folks rip them out but I feel like you'd be ripping the heart of the home away and anyway sustainability and all that. I'm trying so much harder to waste nothing unless no longer fit for purpose. I mean these kitchen cupboards hark from the 80's, I know this to be true because they've called and want them back! They are however still solid and worth a second chance.

Love me an AGA, really I do, although those Everhot's are looking rather more sexy hybrids and a bit more modern, however this house is hardly a modern Milly so she'll absolutely do! We've installed a small Gas RangeMaster for the warmer months but we still need to change the jets to bottled gas. I'm so tired of Samidges!

The flies here are something akin to nuclear weapons. Is that in poor taste? Possibly with the world so on edge these days, but I think you know what I mean? Let's just say these beasts are are like transformers, 'robots in disguise' and rather viscious to boot. They Chinook in, rest stealthily a while and leave a crater a mile wide in one's delicate Scottish rose skin. Ouch.

Post France, I'm no longer drowing in wine! Why is it Brits abroad drink themselves into an early grave, all in the name of 'Apero time'! I do think a lot of people are masking to fit the French dream. Thats just my humble opinion my dears, don't shoot the messenger.

All I can think of right now is getting him out from under that car and changing toilet seats. I do not know why folks leave toilet seats and toilet brushes behind, gives me the utter ick it does! That said I also feel grateful to be blessed with these views and thats where I will end this little catch up, with a grateful heart.

Be good and if you can't, regale me of that tale as soon as possible!

Love and gumption

Donna x