• Big Pig

    Apologies if you’ve tried to access this site in the last couple of days and found it suspended. A cock-up at our service provider’s end I’m afraid, but my wonderful webmaster (Chris) has got it all sorted out now. That disruption coming on top of my @llamamum Twitter account suddenly...


  • The Happy Physiotherapist and an Impatient Patient

    I’ve survived my first session of kiné (short for kinésithérapie i.e. physiotherapy) I’m delighted to say.  However, I wasn’t as delighted as Mme X, the physio (kinésithérapeute). She is probably the happiest person in France. I’m the fourth one of our family to have physiotherapy with her. (It’s not that...


  • Toilet Troubles Revisited

    My blog post about the predominance of ghastly pink toilet roll in France has proved to be one of the most popular ever, and there is a bit of an obsession about toilet tales on expat sites in general at the moment, so I thought I’d jump on the bandwagon...


  • Walking Along Railways And Not Using Enough Gas

    Ruadhri’s teachers haven’t been that keen on actually spending time doing their jobs this week and twice he’s had his first few lessons of the morning cancelled. Rather than inflict the pain on all of us involved in getting him to the school bus for 7.30am, when he’d only be...


  • Masgot, Village of Sculptures

    Having finally got Rors back to school after a week him being at home with le gastro, and with the promise/threat of three days’ of storms heading our way, Chris, Caiti and I headed off to Masgot, le village sculpté. I’ve been wanting to go for years and the crazy...