deprexit

At last fully recovered from my little health issue a certain level of post brexit depression remains. How can all this have really happened? The farce that is British politics at the moment has produced one joke after another - the best undoubtably Boris as foreign secretary! I keep find myself having to explain the unexplainable to my French friends and who knows where it will end. They say a week is a long time in politics, at the moment the ground seems to be constantly shifting and predicting what is to befall us next is a fool's game.

In the meantime we have spent the last month amassing the documents required for our application for naturalisation. Unsurpisingly it is no small task. I sought the help of my brother to get hold of copies of my parents births and marriage certificates before he left for his holidays. He was impressive in his prompt response to help his refugee ex-pat sister but unfortunately the postal service has not played fair. We have waited eagerly each day for the post to arrive but nothing - next step is to contact the records office and hope they will be quick enough for us to get the translations done in time for our interviews in September.

Trevor however is the now proud owner of a glossy certificate which states that the British police can find "no trace" of him in the fatherland. I hope mine will arrive soon - I was a week or so behind applying because of my illness.

In the meantime summer has settled in - lots of sunshine, storms just to keep you on your toes and lots going on.






Unfortunately this week the stormy day coincided with an outdoor event where Trevor and his friends were booked to play. In the end the evening went well - enough people turned up to make it convivial and we even made space under cover for some dancing.