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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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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

Continue reading “How To Get A Divorce In France Part I”
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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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Dear France, Sorry I didn’t Get The Memo!

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Nope. Sometimes you think you have it all sussed.  You think you know what a country is all about and feel quite the smug immigrant. Then something happens and it suddenly occurs to you that you didn’t get the memo on that one. Or the one before that, the one after and the one before that. I feel I have missed quite  a few memos since my arrival here in Normandy, France. Continue reading “Dear France, Sorry I didn’t Get The Memo!”

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Who Are You Even?

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When you speak French? That is the question. I’ll be darned if I know who the hell I am.  I know for a fact that I left any shred of dignity, self respect and pride somewhere in La Manche, approximately 3 years ago, on the boat over. That fateful 10.30 pm crossing where my ability to communicate like a funny, intelligent adult drifted out to sea – coming back some time never. And there’s no one, anytime soon, throwing me a buoyancy aid. You really do have to sink or swim. Continue reading “Who Are You Even?”

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Top 5 Tips On How To Argue French Style

 

war games

Okay as we’ve established I am not fluent in French. I’m getting there. I try really hard. Like really hard. Everyday. This photo clip from Modern Family really sums it up when Gloria screams at Jay how it feels “to have people laugh in my face because I’m struggling to find the words.” Here it’s a more screwed up face and a physical recoiling of the body simultaneously. Oh gawd. That face. The French face of “I haven’t a fucking clue what you are saying to me and in no way am I going to disguise my facial features to this fact.”

gloria
Modern Family and Gloria giving it some

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What Happens To Friendships When You Move To France?

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And not just the ones you left behind but the new ones you will invariably encounter in your new life (not in the sun – I live in Normandy) here in France.

By the way, you decided to move to another country not your friends or family. They were probably perfectly happy with the status quo and perhaps bear this in mind when the dynamics of your friendships change. One of my favourite quotes is “the only thing that is certain in life is change”. This is very true but it also rings true that most do not like change one bit. Nope. Not at all. Continue reading “What Happens To Friendships When You Move To France?”

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Top 5 Things I Miss From The UK

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Okay, the other day I posted a picture of the empty road as we made our way up to the coast. It was a Bank Holiday here in France  – the first of many in May and the kids were off. We took two with us and left one at home. We had a nice wander at a Vide Grenier/ Brocante in Beauchamp before heading on up the coast to Saint-Pair-Sur-Mer.

Another facebook friend of mine had taken a picture of her location (much further south in France) and remarked at the lack of traffic. Being highly original and thinking “oh yeah!” no traffic on a Bank Holiday I did the same. Another facebook friend jokingly remarked “how on earth will you manage?!”. I replied that I did still miss Chinese/Indian take-aways and this got me thinking about my smug post on very little traffic. Continue reading “Top 5 Things I Miss From The UK”

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Top 5: Why You Should Speak Bad French

puss in boots

I often beat myself up for not being fluent after being here for nearly 2 years.  Only the other week I left my French lesson feeling totally demoralised. I frequently come away internally wailing to myself “how am I ever going to be fluent?” It’s not like I don’t try really hard. I do lots to improve my French and you can read all about it here. After I confided to a fellow lesson goer that I’m not really enjoying the lessons, he replied very matter of fact “You’re not meant to enjoy them! No one enjoys them!” Continue reading “Top 5: Why You Should Speak Bad French”

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Do You Know Your Arse From Your Neck?

 

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Did I have you at arse or neck?  I’ve gone right off the rails with the language haven’t I. Actually, I think I would be doing you all a disservice if I didn’t explain the difference between these two words in French. You’re welcome. They sound no different in my Brit opinion but then my accent, at times, can be atrocious. I particularly struggle with a word which has an unacceptable amount of vowels in it – that includes the letter ‘y’ as guess what? The French consider this to be a vowel. I can often see the word in my head, I want to put my hand up like I’m in some imaginary game show and say “oh I know it, I know it!” !”it’s X or sounds like…..” Cue the crumpled up face of the recipient. Continue reading “Do You Know Your Arse From Your Neck?”