Wednesday, 23 October 2019

Raining Cats and Dogs


For several days now I’ve been seeing warnings that there was an ‘Episode Mediterranean’ on the way.  To me that sounded like something to do with sun-loungers and a day at the beach but apparently it is some sort of meteorological phenomenon (I had to look that up) involving heavy rain and very serious storms. 

On Tuesday it rained all day.  It was so bad that I didn’t even have to explain to the dogs that nobody was going out for a walk.  Orange sent their usual text message warning that a storm was coming and to unplug the Livebox – seriously, it’s raining and they expect me not to watch tv, work on the computer and make phone calls?

We had been warned to expect 3 months of rain in just 2 days.  In fact, I think we received our quota over a period of just 2 hours.  I was woken at 3am thinking that a helicopter was landing outside.  I have never seen a storm like it – non-stop thunder, constant sheet lightening (think strobe lighting in a 70s disco) and rain lashing down.  I briefly saw the cat waiting to be let in but even in torrential rain, when I opened the door he decided to run off and take his chances! 

This afternoon the rain has finally stopped, and apart from spending most of the day mopping up minor leaks, resetting the clock on the cooker (due to a power cut) (and yes I had finally unplugged the Livebox!), sorting out the fact we now have an ‘infinity’ pool, constantly drying wet dogs (and the cat, when he finally turned up) everything is getting back to normal.  But apparently we got off lightly as there were also mini-tornadoes – trees and walls have fallen, roads are closed, rivers have flooded and many people have had to be evacuated from their properties. 

I do feel extremely sorry (and ridiculously responsible) for some clients of mine who had flown over for a 2 day viewing trip.  We had spent Monday visiting properties and I had left Tuesday free for them to drive around the region, visit the beaches and admire our wonderful scenery. This is the sunniest region in France with over 300 days of sunshine here and it hardly ever rains – honestly!





Wednesday, 16 October 2019

Ex-pat or Immigrant - my thoughts on Brexit


Shortly after the referendum 3 years ago (for which we had no right to vote) many of us ‘ex-pats’ did absolutely nothing, as we felt there was nothing much to be done.  We would be fine.  Nearly a year later, Article 50 was triggered and it began to feel as if we should start to do something.  Many of us have now gone through the extremely complicated process of applying for french residency to obtain a french passport, many of us have chosen the ‘slightly’ easier option of applying for a Carte de Séjour.  My UK Passport was also due to expire so I managed to get that replaced (no mean feat because I have reverted to using my  maiden name and also changed address), and ditto for my UK driving licence – which has had to be exchanged for a French one.  Anyway, all the paperwork had been done and whenever well-meaning (or mocking!) french friends asked how Brexit would affect me – I could just give a typical gallic shrug and say that I would be fine.

However, with 2 weeks to go until 31st October and the official ‘leave’ date I am starting to feel slightly uneasy.  It started when I was listening to a podcast (if anybody is interested it is an excellent podcast called The Tip Off and you can find it on a player called Acast).  The episode was interrupted twice by an advert issued by HM Government telling me to find out what I need to do to continue living and working ‘here’ (which felt a bit ‘big-brotherish’ – how do they know where I am?).  I then opened the latest issue of PO-Life – an excellent quarterly magazine printed in English full of articles about what to see and where to go in the Pyrénées-Oriéntales -  and there was a full page advert from HM Government saying exactly the same thing.    The final straw was hearing from someone on an ex-pat forum that even with our Cartes de Séjour, we would no longer be eligible to vote in municipal elections.

I was too young to vote in the original 1975 referendum on whether to join the Common Market and I was not eligible to vote in the 2016 referendum on whether to leave, so I am feeling slightly cast-adrift at the moment.

But I am one of the lucky ones, being able to work and contribute to the social system, eligible for health care etc.  I know of several people who have packed up and ‘gone back’ to the UK due to the uncertainty of when the reciprocal health care agreement will be withdrawn, or whether they will continue to receive their state pensions.  When I made the decision to live in France it was never a decision to stop being British, and now due to circumstances beyond my control I have a British Passport but can’t vote in the UK, I have a French Carte de Séjour and can’t vote in France, I have no idea if and when I would get my UK pension and, despite paying years of NI contributions, would be considered a ‘Health Tourist’ if I had a medical problem on my next trip to the UK as I have a French E111 card. 

The term ‘ex-pat’ always sounds slightly glamorous – as if we spend our time at bridge-clubs drinking gin and tonic – but thanks to Brexit, those of us who have chosen to live and work in France are all immigrants.