Low life
The chesty Corsican taxi driver was giving me his earnest appraisal of the way things were headed in France politically.…
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To lessen the side effects of chemotherapy I am prescribed a corticosteroid. I take a whopping dose around the treatment…
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In former times I had acquaintances of long standing, or even friends, who never once asked what I did for…
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With a French health card everything is free for us cancer patients, even taxis to and from the hospital. ‘This…
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In the New Year I was introduced to a couple who had fled Britain impulsively on New Year’s Eve with…
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Not long after Catriona and I first met, her husband painted my head and shoulders portrait in oils as I…
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At Gatwick airport, after an hour and 15 minutes in a snaking queue system apparently purposely designed to infect as…
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My two grandsons are staying with us here in Provence for a week. Roman soldier Catriona flew from Marseille to…
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I was sitting quite still at the typewriter when a plump mouse emerged from under the fridge and crossed the…
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Although fatigued to the point of catatonia, and sitting there like a 19th-century Fang funeral mask, I am glad to…
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I was shown to a room divided into three cubicles, each with a reclining chair and bed table. In the…
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We arranged to meet the second, more expensive, guide of our Somme battlefield visit at the Thiepval Memorial visitor centre…
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Where the 36th (Ulster) Division attacked at 7.30 a.m. on the first morning of the Battle of the Somme in…
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Vernon fancies this new age elfin-faced French woman who owns and runs a restaurant. She’s hard-working, she’s a reader, and…
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The village square is a long and pedestrianised oblong shaded along its length by massive pollarded plane trees. It’s known…
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A second week recovering in bed in this pleasant south-facing bedroom. If I sit up, my back resting against whitewashed…
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‘Ça va, Monsieur Clarke?’ said a nurse when he noticed I was stirring. It was an effort to speak. ‘Thirsty,’…
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The porter rolled me off the trolley and on to the bed, wished me a good day and departed. My…
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Walking up through the Stink Street medieval arch with a bag of shopping, I spotted Michael between the oleander branches…
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On the Saturday morning of the Ascension Day bank holiday, I swung down the stairs and ladder to the little…
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Sally (la Sal, the Salster) is part whippet, part Labrador and part dormouse. She is 16 years old, stone deaf,…
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The only thing left for me now is to embrace humility and take up basket weaving. In our dog and…
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‘Willie or bum?’ I said to Catriona on the motorway. Everything in my recent medical career has been introduced via…
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The other week I turned up for the village walking club’s Monday hike. A dawn meet. Two cars. A 90-minute…
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For EU nationals living in Britain and wanting to legally remain after Brexit, a letter or an email was enough…
