That’s me that is. That 30-year-old woman has just purchased a house in Normandy, France and doesn’t she look thrilled about it #not. Is it a house? Or is it a box with a ‘lean to’ attached to it? You decide. I decided it was a shit heap and I much preferred the barn that we would convert, in a hamlet, that we had seen an hour earlier. Continue reading “You’ve Got To Be Kidding Me!”
Our Normandy Life 