For the past three weeks I’ve been communicating with the world via the tip of my little finger, using a touch screen on a smartphone. This morning, hallelujah! We are connected!
Our little studio flat is very sweet, but we’ve been taking it step by step since we arrived three weeks ago. We stayed with Joel’s mum for a couple of days, and though she’s wonderful and a great cook, Ted spent all his time looking terrified under her wardrobe (on top of which she keeps Joel’s dad’s ashes…). He was fairly traumatised anyway from his 1,000-mile drive from Chiswick in a cat basket, so he deserved to get settled. I guess he didn’t notice that for the first 10 days we didn’t have hot water, gas or electricity. We did.
Now Ted seems to be happy. We’re even beginning to fall into our routine: Joel leaves about nine every morning for the restaurant, after we’ve folded up our clic-clac bed and had pains au chocolat and coffee (there are three boulangeries within two minutes’ walk!). I turn on the computer and… procrastinate. I’m supposed to be finishing a novel. Joel and I have agreed that I’ll finish it October 12. How amazing is that, to be given the opportunity to live in the South of France and write a book, unimpeded by the need to work? My only distraction is to wander down to the restaurant, where I can help myself to rose wine on tap and chat with the regulars.
Unfortunately I find lots of other distractions here, too. I’ll keep you posted.