Plans for our new life in France are moving ahead at quite a pace. I’ve now been offered a self-contained flat for the 2 nights a week that I’ll spend back in London for work.
A friend who works for another housing association has offered it to me at what could be called mates’ rates, except that it’s all above board.
It’s a 1-bedroomed apartment on a rather attractive development (pictured) that’s only 2 years old. Plus, it’s only half an hour from the office.
So, what’s the catch?
It’s on a care scheme for older people. I say that with no disrespect. It’s just that some of my neighbours will be needing specialist support in their later years.
Others will simply be over-55s who’ve opted to downsize – people who’ve sold their family homes for a more-manageable flat.
Either way, I’ll need to familiarise myself with bingo lingo.
If I want to get to know other people there, that will be the key. I know sheltered schemes like to organise activities that allow the residents to mingle.
“I have family just a few streets away. If I fancy company on my nights back in Blighty, I can pop round to theirs for dinner”
Ironically, though, I have family just a few streets away. The development is in West Norwood, in south London, where my aunt and uncle live.
If I fancy company on my nights back in Blighty, I can pop round to theirs for dinner. If I take some wine with me, I can be pretty sure of a warm welcome.
Given that I’ll be spending 5 nights week in France, it shouldn’t be too difficult to lay my hands on a decent bottle.
All in all, I’d say plans for the move to France are progressing nicely. Albeit at a rather scary pace…