Holiday Time!
I’m off! In 2 hours! Hurrah! I’m going to a friend’s grandma’s house in the south for a week of reading in the sun - I hope!
Moving house is stressful. Moving house in France is worse. Moving counties in France is just as silly as it can be. For example: I have to close my bank account and open a new one. WITH THE SAME BANK!! I have to change my car registration plates. I can’t just call the electricity company to transfer my account. I have to wait in a queue to close one account in Orleans, and then queue all over again to open another in Paris. It’s a mini nightmare. I’m glad I’m going on holiday and leaving my illegal car, my non-functioning bank account and the disaster which is the electricity compagny behind. 
