Christmas and New Year sort of slipped by a little too quickly – they get faster every year. Happy New Year to anyone who reads this; I hope that 2017 is a good one for you.
We had a quiet Christmas: Olivier came home for a few days and then went off to spend New Year with friends.
The good news is that Olivier will be starting a new job in February – in Prague! As his mum I am a little sad that he is moving so far away, though I’m really looking forward to going to visit him in his new country! All of this has brought back lots of memories of when Rob and I gave up our banking jobs and moved to France, 32 years ago.
We had sad news at the beginning of the year; Rob’s mother died at the age of 94. She had been more or less asleep since mid December, so it didn’t come as a shock, it’s still upsetting just the same.
I only wrote 21 new posts for this blog last year. Hopefully I’ll do better this year. The best year was 2005 with 336 posts – almost 1 a day!
Showing posts with label sad news. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sad news. Show all posts
Sunday, January 15, 2017
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Sad News
If any of you remember Alan, now is the time to say goodbye. If you've lost the link, send me an email using the link above the lime clock in the sidebar.
Sunday, March 25, 2012
A grey week
It’s been a very grey week here in France with all of the killings. Over and over we heard people saying ‘We never expected something like that to happen here’. The young man reminded me so much of one of my ex pupils (I know that it wasn’t). What happens to make a young man’s life change so much?
Walking down the street I admit that I panicked a little when I saw a scooter on the road close by. Perhaps we receive too much information.
I think that many people from all walks of life have been drawn closer together for a while.
The poem I wrote during the week.
Walking down the street I admit that I panicked a little when I saw a scooter on the road close by. Perhaps we receive too much information.
I think that many people from all walks of life have been drawn closer together for a while.
The poem I wrote during the week.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
You mustn't judge a book by looking at its cover
Since I wrote about the lady who lived on the streets dying just before Christmas, my sister and I have been exchanging emails regularly where she’s told me about her local tramp. I had a sad email today, my sisters tramp has been found dead. He was only in his thirties. She and her neighbours are quite upset about it.
When I worked at the language school, some of the classrooms were let as bed sits for the homeless. It was quite disturbing I can tell you to go to your classroom for a lesson and find someone living in it. Though that’s another story.
One of the young men was really special. Before he became homeless he was in business and very successful. Unfortunately he was involved in a very bad car accident and was in hospital for a long time. The people who worked for him tried very hard to keep the business going but it went under and he lost everything. So eventually he ended up living on the streets. It’s very difficult to find work here in France and if you don’t have an address, impossible – it’s also difficult to get any help without an address. He lived in one of the ex classrooms and got thinner and thinner, Karin and I gave him food when we could. He was so nice, always willing to have a chat and helped me when I had trouble unlocking the front door, passing on messages etc and he had a lovely little boy who stayed with him sometimes. The school was sold and has been converted into offices – last time I went by it was still empty. I wonder where he is now?
The point I want to make with all that is, you never know who might end up on the streets.
When I worked at the language school, some of the classrooms were let as bed sits for the homeless. It was quite disturbing I can tell you to go to your classroom for a lesson and find someone living in it. Though that’s another story.
One of the young men was really special. Before he became homeless he was in business and very successful. Unfortunately he was involved in a very bad car accident and was in hospital for a long time. The people who worked for him tried very hard to keep the business going but it went under and he lost everything. So eventually he ended up living on the streets. It’s very difficult to find work here in France and if you don’t have an address, impossible – it’s also difficult to get any help without an address. He lived in one of the ex classrooms and got thinner and thinner, Karin and I gave him food when we could. He was so nice, always willing to have a chat and helped me when I had trouble unlocking the front door, passing on messages etc and he had a lovely little boy who stayed with him sometimes. The school was sold and has been converted into offices – last time I went by it was still empty. I wonder where he is now?
The point I want to make with all that is, you never know who might end up on the streets.
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