Goodbye la France

I'm Francesca Tereshkova, a British girl who washed up on the shores of France aboard a Eurolines bus in 1998. I came to France the day after I finished my University finals. I'm now 32 with two children. I married my Russian boyfriend (now 'hubski') in 2003. And I've learned as much about France as I need to know. In August 2006, I brought my family back 'home' to the UK. We're still adjusting... This is my story.

About Me

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Location: Formerly the Parisian suburbs, now the town of E., Darkest Oxfordshire, United Kingdom

I get perverse enjoyment from doing the opposite of what everyone else does. I wish I could stop but I can't. So when thousands of Frenchies were leaving France to find work and to make a better life in the UK, I chose to do exactly the opposite. That was in 1998. My French experience is unlike any I have read about in the vast Brit-in-France literary sub-genre. I have no French boyfriend or family, no country house. Dog poo has never inspired me to pick up a pen. I have recently given up on France ever changing, or me ever changing, and brought my family back to the strange new world that is England in 2006. This blog, part life-story, part diary, is my way of saying goodbye la France, and hello Angleterre (or in the Oxfordshire vernacular, 'Orwoight?').

Saturday, July 08, 2006

Ice cream wars

'Mummy, I'm not hungry anymore.' Son pushes rice away listlessly. Then comes the inevitable: 'Can I have an ice-cream?'

'Not until you've eaten everything on your plate. If you're not hungry anymore, then how can you want an ice-cream?'

Ha. Mummy is just too on the ball for him.

' No mummy, I don't want to eat anything. But I would like to lick something mummy.'

Only four, and already a mind like a steel trap.

He gets the ice-cream. I just hope he remembers me when he's a high-earning barrister.

posted by francesca tereshkova | 9:39 AM

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