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Article 50, Brexit Renewal Cards

Any self respecting ‘ex-pat’, anywhere in Europe will be more than familiar with ‘Article 50’ and what it means whilst living in a European country. Essentially we all got a shield of steel like Batfink (remember that?!) when it came to our residency rights. If you were living in Europe before the UK exited the European Union, then your right to stay was more of less guaranteed and, as these cards come up for renewal, the process is fairly straightforward.

This cannot be said for those Britons that wanted to move after this date. I do believe it was 2020 when it should have been 2019 but in any case, most Brits living in France have either renewed their Carte de Séjour (residency permit) or in the process of doing so. They are then entitled to receive a 10 year one and not have to worry about it for a decade.

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Given that so many other nationalities have to jump through various hoops to get a 1,2,3 year card this is pretty darn good going. Can I also just say that the vote was in 2016 – that’s a decade ago. A decade of a whole load of crap for nothing. If you remember rightly the Brexiteers were throwing parties and proclaiming loudly that “We Won!” “Get Over It!” like it was some game of Monopoly that was lost on Boxing Day. All those gobshites have gone a bit quiet haven’t they?! Mainly the ones that really wish they can just move to a European country without applying for a visa and what not. They have to suck it up on the promise land of NHS buses throwing out wads of cash and Spitfires flying past with ‘Stop The Boats’ out the back. Ironically many can’t conjure up a sentence in French and enjoy the socialist values citing better health care and roads. Somewhat ironic or tragic you decide.

A little walk around Cerisy la foret was in order followed by a very tasty Indian lunch

And then the poor buggers that didn’t vote for it wishing they had sold up in 2017. Luckily like we did no smugness intended – I actually thought we’d get to keep our EU rights by being here but overall it was a good bet to hedge.

Now the Brexiteers are saying “if they’d known..” maybe if they had watched the various University Lectures on what would happen…anyhow, there are plenty that voted and then decided to come over and have their 10 year carte de séjour. And in my best Forrest Gump voice..that’s all I’ve got to say about that.

I won’t go over the hassle it is to navigate Brexit with children when they turn from 17 to 18 as I wrote about it this post. I also touched on it in my imaginary French Administration Badge post. But I will add that:-

  • European student loans are not available.
  • Guarantees required for rental apartments – hassle as a non EU resident.
  • Standard online forms cater specifically to foreign students who have recently moved to France, which is totally different from those who have completed their education in the country.

As I have always said, the impact on this shit show has always been the youngsters out here not the second home owners and the persons who looked to retire here, where a high demographic voted for it in the first place.

So, having applied for my eldest two children who were born in January and February (uni applications are in April) I had a cunning plan. As my youngest is a May baby I could already foresee the hassle of him approaching 18 whilst applying for Uni and the requests for a carte de séjour that he technically does not need.

I thought what if I could get in early..like now.

The only way you can get your 16 year old a permanent CDS under the Brexit agreement is if they wish to work. Now, this isn’t wrong – my youngest does want a summer/Saturday job. He can legally work at 14 but there are strict rules and what not as there is for a 16 year old. As I understand it, they can only work a maximum of 8 hours a day and I believe the week if they have school.

We come under the préfecture of the Manche department 50 who I have to say have a glowing reputation for processing these cards. I will put a link to a Facebook group at the bottom. I wrote to them and asked if I could apply for my son. Initially I was told no but then I quoted their own rules which say my son can if he wants to work.

So, I was sent a form to complete for him (emailed) and a list of the various documents to support this. This included a school report from when we first arrived to prove how long he’d been here, a bill for his mobile phone, photos etc and a handwritten note from him to say he wished to work.

This was duly posted (signed for – always signed for with this type of stuff also keep a copy of everything you have sent) and I then asked if they could process mine seeing as mine ran out in November. They were surprisingly happy to do so.

As I had got divorced in the meantime I sent them all the divorce stuff and highlighted the part where I was ‘allowed’ to keep my legal married name. I debated about asking if someone that has had 3 baliff notices, pays nothing towards his kids etc, has a police complaint registered, claims unemployment benefit whilst documenting his development of a property entitles someone to a CDS but thought nah! I jest.

I am sure my ex doesn’t need or hasn’t even mentioned he’s divorced. Anyhow, my card has my maiden name then ‘div’ and my married family name. This is fine and dandy as it corresponds to my passport and I ain’t paying to have that changed or pay to have my name changed by deed poll. I have no allegiance to my married name, it is just easier like this and I’ll change it if I ever get married again and not before. I digress.

I was sent the digital link which was super easy to fill out – you need to put your parents names and date of birth and provide the normal paperwork eg facture and proof of when you arrived I used my urssaf attestation of my business inception.

We then got a date to go up for fingerprints – as ever, we were seen before the actual time and out in 5 minutes. This was two weeks from our initial application. Then a week later to go up and get our cards. These can be collected without a RDV on a Monday and Thursday between 8.30 am and 10.30 am. So that we did and to my barely concealed delight, my 16 year old has a 10 year permanent carte de séjour as there were a few naysayers that said he would only get a temporary etc. We celebrated with a tasty Indian lunch back in Saint Lo.

Now I know that it is hit and miss across the country but I was told that this happened at my prefecture. A temporary card given.

I would also like to say, because I can on here, that sometimes it really is about how you position yourself some are too accepting of what you are told (never take no as gospel grind them down until you have the answer you want), some give up too soon, some wait too long. If you’ve asked for a card or whatever and you did not hear for 4 months, sorry but that’s your look out. You have to nag, chase, and repeat. What would you accept in your home country? Apply the same logic. So yes, I do get that sometimes you just can’t crack the code but 9 times out of 10 you can so you must try harder.

What do you think? Am I being too harsh? I was speaking to a friend the other day and he agreed we now just shrug at anything that is thrown at us. We also agreed that Brexit has made life more labour intensive and, to be in our gang, you have had to been awarded with our imaginary administration badge. A flat tyre on a country lane is entry level. Please god don’t dish that out to me so I come back and eat my words.

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Facebook Group for all info on applying for you 10 year CDS under Article 50 https://www.facebook.com/groups/1214134159941769

Direct email address for the préfecture in Manche 50 pref-brexit-sejour@manche.gouv.fr

Rules that apply for a minor applying for a CDS

– si le demandeur, âgé entre 16 et 18 ans, demande un titre de séjour car il souhaite exercer un stage
ou une activité professionnelle (article 8 du décret du 19 novembre 2020) : dans ce cas, il sera
exigé la production d’un écrit dans lequel le demandeur déclare vouloir exercer une activité
professionnelle.

Form that you will need from Manche 50

PREMIÈRE DEMANDE DE CARTE DE SÉJOUR

POUR L’ENFANT D’UN BRITANNIQUE BÉNÉFICIAIRE DE L’ACCORD

DE RETRAIT OU DE SON CONJOINT

  • ARRIVÉ EN FRANCE MINEUR
    (demande à déposer avant le 19ème anniversaire)
  • ENTRÉ APRÈS LE 31/12/2020

Renouvellement des titres de séjour « Article 50 TUE/Article 18(1) Accord de retrait du Royaume-Uni de l’UE » valables 5 ans arrivant à expiration

Link that you will need as an adult https://demarche.numerique.gouv.fr/commencer/renouvellement-des-titres-de-sejour-article-50-tue-20

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Nine Years in Normandy – My Imaginary French Administration Badge

This May marked nine years since we packed up our lives and moved to Normandy.

We took the overnight ferry from Newhaven to Dieppe. I drove the Volvo, absolutely rammed to the roof with three children and our guinea pig, Max (who is now buried under a tree in the garden). My ex-husband followed behind in a hired van.

Well… one of them.

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The Divorce Diaries – Part III

Okay, so this one I think may be the most helpful and hopefully I won’t digress too much but I can’t promise anything. Once we have the practicalities out of the way, we can move onto what I’ve been up to since I last wrote this blog regularly.

Spoiler alert – it will include the catalogue of house issues I had from my ex’s ‘workmanship’ which also included a touch of carbon monoxide poisoning, mains water leaks, 100mm pipes going into 40mm pipes at a right angle, a septic tank that simply ended with a pipe going into some shingle and lots of bloopers besides all of which, probably cost me in the region of €20,000 to repair. The flip side of this, is that I now have a little black book of excellent and reliable trades that I can call upon.

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How To Get A Divorce In France Part II

So, if you haven’t already done so please go back to Part I or not. Up to you! So I left you on collating evidence and without further ado we shall look at the next steps to be taken.

Initially my ex would email me various shit settlement options which were all heavily weighted in his favour #shocker. At the time, I was volunteering at the Resto du Coeur, one of the many things I did during that separation year to improve my French. In addition going on a 4 month intensive GRETA language course which I was not allowed to do prior to the divorce.

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How To Get A Divorce In France Part I

Granted, it’s not quite the ‘living the dream’ life goals that we all aspire to – I had dreamed of beach walks, holding hands, having lazy lunches, and much more but hey, every day’s a school day! Instead of the aforementioned dream life in France, I have possibly experienced every level of French administration that you could endure wish for. Character building some might say. And, let’s be honest, I had my fair share before my divorce if anyone has read this blog. Do they still call it blogging? It’s been so long I am now a content creator – old school with no AI.

I can proudly say I think I have achieved my imaginary Expert French Administration Badge. So, when someone says (in a Normandy FB group), in all seriousness, watch out for getting over charged in Lidl – I mentally give that the finger a novice entry level badge of French inconvenience. Coupled with a ffs are you kidding me?! Don’t be coming at me with that kind of nonsense – you need to be fully immersed in a separation, divorce, CAF, huissiers, police complaints and much more before you’re going to get any mild tea and sympathy from me

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Our Brexit Babies

Master Normandy back in October 2019

Okay maybe not so much our babies anymore – actually nearly fully grown adults but as many a parent will tell you, they will always be our babies. What I want to talk about is the impact on our young Britons living in France post Brexit. Given that my own children have been here a wet week, by some stalwart standards, many have lived here a very long time and plenty of which were born here. Or certainly moved at a young age. In any event, they are all treated the same – British Nationals living in France.

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And Then There Were Four…

Wow, what an absence from writing but I do have some very good excuses for you all so bear with! As ever, you will all need to do a spell check for me as you all know how I like to hit publish before I re-check anything.

So my last post was about the problems you may encounter with regard to the language barrier. It came from a place, whereby, in actual fact it was my French (level B1/B2) that was bringing up the rear in the family. I subsequently went on a four month intensive language course from March to June last year which including a three week work placement at a local company. I enjoyed this course immensely and I have no hesitation whatsoever in recommending it. I will, of course, write a separate post about what it entails etc and how you can go about finding something similar.

So whilst doing this course, I carried on with my usual social media work which left me little room to do much else. I also separated from Mr Normandy at the start of the year and we are in the process of divorcing. This also took up a great deal of time. I will not write about the ins and outs of this for the time being but will, after the process, write about how you go about getting a divorce in France as British nationals and all that it entails. That has probably been the main reason why I have not been able to write as I would have liked to.

However, I am back! We are now a unit of 4 here in rural Normandy and I am also involved with a project with a person that makes living in Normandy the best fun it can possibly be – Alex. Whilst last year was certainly difficult it was also a lot of fun!

Together, we have set up France By Mistake – a spin off if you like! We will be recording youtube videos and later a podcast about life here in Normandy, France. If you are wondering about the name – it stems from the film Withnail and I where there is a scene in which they say to the farmer, whilst it is pissing down with rain (as standard for Normandy), “we’ve gone on holiday by mistake!” – we both love that film and thought it was a fitting name for our new venture so voilà! Do come on over to our facebook page, instagram and subscribe to our youtube channel. I will still be writing articles on here and you will find my daily life (if it is of interest!) over on my instagram page of the same name.

See you soon!

With Nail And I – “we’ve gone on holiday by mistake!”
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How To Get Your French Drivers Licence

Okay I will refrain from my normal joke…oh I can’t I’m sorry….getting a French licence out of a Christmas Cracker. There I’ve said it. Now that’s out of the way we can get down to the actual way you can obtain your driving licence. I’m writing this from my own experience of getting my teenager – Master Normandy – en route to obtaining his driving licence.

It’s all a bit confusing the various abbreviations for different permis de conduire and I do not profess to know them all. Prior to this my son obtained his scooter licence. He was given two road proficiency certificates from his college in 3éme. By all accounts you need to keep these if you then want to get your driving licence. We took these to the driving school which teaches youngsters how to ride a scooter, over a period of 2 days. This costs about, from memory, 240 euros. They spend the first part of the day watching a road safety video and then in the afternoon, learning how to ride the scooter. The following day your teen has a full day of scooting around the Normandy countryside and towns.

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The Language Relationship Barriers

So whilst I may be somewhat of an angry *Elf at the moment I still thought I’d crack this one out about how your language or lack of language abilities can affect your relationship. I’m fairly confident that this is never mentioned when talking about moving to France. When do they ever talk about the bitterness and resentment that stem from one person ploughing on with the language, whilst the other languishes behind on A Place In The Sun? I rest my case.

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The Normandy Road Kill

A nonchalant French bird who flies when he wants to irrespective of a fast approaching vehicle!

So I thought I’d do a light-hearted post about death and what not. Now I appreciate that on the face of it, it probably doesn’t seem too light-hearted but believe me, I think you’ll enjoy this one about flattened animals along the empty roads of Normandy. Well let’s hope so.

Before I begin, I must say I don’t particularly enjoy seeing various animal species KO’d on my local roads, however, it does make for some interesting driving and seeing which poor bugger didn’t make it to the other side. Also, I’ve never seen such a variety of animals and birds albeit dead. I’m a city mouse and now I’m a country mouse – the last time I saw a hedgehog in the UK was probably in the 1980s. In fact, I think they are extinct there now. I see them on a weekly basis here, albeit flattened as a pancake. Interesting fact – I do believe they are eaten in the south of France assuming before they are flattened.

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