Today I’ve had a really profitable day out and I’ve really hit the jackpot.
Although it’s far too soon to say that all of my worries are over, a huge weight has been lifted off my mind and I feel so much better for it.
With having to make an early start in the morning, I couldn’t get off to sleep. I was still wide awake at 03:00, but I must have gone to sleep at one point because I awoke with a start at 05:30.
Despite only two and a half hours sleep, there was plenty of time to go off on a little voyage.
I have absolutely no idea who I was with, but it was female and definitely my partner. We’d been on holiday to an island. I’d taken a coach there a week or so earlier and I’d come back with this girl for a break. We were sitting at a table somewhere at an outside restaurant where we made the acquaintance of a guy. He was very domineering about his girlfriend, certainly in charge and she didn’t get much say in the matter. We were sitting at this table wiht them and it came to pay. The bill came so I took out my wallet and took out a bank card. But he snatched another bank card out of my wallet and snarled “what kind of stunt are you trying to pull?” I looked at him with an air of shock “what do you mean? What are you talking about?” “You know very well” he replied. “No I don’t”. After much discussion it ended up that the card I wanted to use was marked with an X which meant that there was a daily limit of uses which meant that I can only use it half a dozen times and the other one didn’t. In the end I paid with the other card to keep him happy. I said to him that I didn’t want to cause any upset and I don’t mean this in any bad way but he must have been hurt really badly at one time in his life. He looked at me open-mouthed and somehow it made him warm up a bit and he became much more friendly after that. The discussion drifted on and he asked “do you have a gun? Give me your gun”. I had a revolver in my pocket, don’t ask me why, and I passed it under the table to him. He said “someone in a two-tone Ford van is watching us” I took out my gun and held it under the table. Suddenly this van, an old Ford Anglia van two-tone yellow, squealed out of the car park and shot off. I’d seen someone with a high-powered rifle and it hadn’t really rung a bell with me before and so I said “there’s someone on this car park with a high-powered rifle” He said “it doesn’t surprise me”. We had another lengthy chat and in the end he said “could I drop you anywhere?” I said to this girl basically “your place or mine?”. She wanted to go to her place so I asked if he could drop us down at the south end of the island if it’s not too much trouble. He got us into his car and set off down to the south end of the island. It was then that his girlfriend opened her mouth and said something for the very first time. “Here’s a bit of a rhyme that I always find great and I always remember this occasion by thinking of this rhyme”. But is was really doggerel, a piece of nonsense and meant nothing at all to me. We were driving down this road where I had been with a coach the week before. I remembered driving over the verge on the windy bends on a few occasions and flattening the grass, but there was no trace of that. I was trying to point out the road that we had taken to the western end of it, but I kept on pointing out the wrong road even though I knew which one it ought to be. But it was obvious, all these tiny little lanes that the coach could never possibly have gone down even though there was a signpost indicating the village down at the end.
For a change, I was up and about doing things long before the first alarm went off. and at 06:15 I hit the streets.
My train was already in the station but not yet ready to go out, so I grabbed a coffee and had a chat with my cleaner friend.
We set off bang on time and we arrived at St-Lô just before 08:00. I had a little walk around part of the walls and arrived at the Prefecture at about 08:15.
Four people in front of me, and by the time the door opened at about 08:30, we were about 20 strong. I had to take a ticket and then I waited.
For some reason they seemed to be dealing with all of the “demands for papers” and “driving licences” first regardless of the order in which we arrived. It wasn’t until 09:30 that another window opened for people like me.
The two people whose numbers were before mine in this series had cleared off by then, fed up of waiting, and so I was the first to be called. It didn’t take long at all and by 09:35 I was outside, clutching to my chest my Permanent Carte de Séjour, giving me (almost) unlimited leave to remain in France regardless of the Brexit issues.
And it’s a card for “all professional activities” too, not “inactive”, so in theory I could go out and find a job if I ever feel the need.
And so as far as I am concerned, the UK and everyone in it can now go to Hell in a handcart. I’m alright, Jacques.
It’s not that I feel that I’m abandoning the UK, it’s that by denying me the right to vote on my own future and everyone else voting to destroy my life, the UK has abandoned me.
My train back wasn’t until 12:59 (only 4 trains a day and none of them at a convenient time) so I had a good walk around the the walls, around the town and in the church, where I had a chat with the sacristan.
Back at Granville, I bought a bottle of wine at Carrefour and took it to the Mairie. They contacted the Préfecture a couple of times on my behalf which was very kind of them, and it deserved its reward.
Back here I scanned my carte de sejour (I always scan my important documents like this), chased up a form that I’d been awaiting, found it and printed it out, pushed on with doing a mega-backup and then scanning a year’s worth of medical receipts all the way up to the end of May 2019, with a phone call from Rosemary in between.
No lunch, and only a packet of nuts and raisins for tea followed by one of my desserts.
A walk around the walls this evening took me up to 11.0 kms – 148% of my daily target. And my knee, although a little sore, is much better than it has been.
Tomorrow I’m off to the shops and then the afternoon will be spend tidying up ready to go away.
And do you know what? I’ve no idea at all when I shall be back. And ask me if I care.
