Non, je ne regrette rein is the blog of a woman who claims that her occupation is Starting Trouble and admits to leaving corporate life behind in order to move to France and live her dream.
As we can see from Sometimes I worry about myself, it can sometimes take a bit of time to adjust to life in a new country.
Kim (or Kim-bear-lay) seems to be coping with The Many Risks of Living Alone though.
Even though sometimes Mother Nature is a Tart and a tease!
And don’t let Kim hear you being too critical of your host country (and its odd little ways). She says I Swear and I agree entirely!
You know you’re in another country when……
You know that you’re in another country you go out for Gal’s night out and end up collecting snails for the next day’s lunch. Of course, whenever I’m invited to a Gal’s night out, I always bring some snails with me!
Then again, it’s not the custom in every country to go out for dinner with (French) friends and end up meeting the family pigs. Unless, of course, that is the polite way of introducing you to what’ll be on the menu the next time round?
And when the English start complaining about the English, you sure know that you’re not in Surbiton any more!
In Franglais, Or Anglais en France, Kim gives us the low down on the English in France. Personally, whenever I meet any English at a social event, I always ask to see their family pigs and then show them my snails.
And should a Brit try to spoil A lovely evening in Nailhac, I’d light up a camel and blow smoke in his face!
Moving swiftly along….
The bits that are about living in France…..
Kim decides to buy a French car but then, inexplicably, chooses a Renault Express rather than that delight of the French highways, the Citroen 2CV.
Still, that could be because she seems to be suffering from The Mung!
This rare and debilitating disease tends to only affect American expats living in France and can be identified by the emergence of slimy 8 legged creatures creeping about just below the skin!
I’m not going to suggest that you take extra special care shaking the hands of any recently arrived American expats you might meet in France.
I will however lightly touch upon the rather nasty case of pustular scrotal psoriasis that I recently caught after shaking Old Pierre’s hand the day he’d been artificially inseminating his sheep!
You can really never be too careful, you know!
And, leaving nasty rashes behind us, I do have to say that one of the great things about living in France is the food. In And now for something a little different, Kim talks about the difference between American school lunches and French ones. As different as Chalk and Cheese, I would have thought. And I know which one I would prefer to eat!
And, whilst we’re on the subject, Kim has this to say about Food.
I don’t admit to knowing much about American cuisine but… would I swap my andouilettes in pig’s trotter sauce for a Mc Burger – no way!
The bits about moving to France….
Well, for me this is best summed up in the post, One year ago, today…
The pictures alone show a transformation; and I’m not talking about the house renovation…..
But then, if you read Meet the new life, No resemblance to the old life… you might understand why!
And if you need persuading, what about These are the days of my life…
So, Summing up….
Well, this has been a strange old blog to be reviewing.
It sort of jumps around from here to there with the odd Ladies Night in between (even if Kim does end up a slurp or 2 of wine ahead of everyone else!)
And, I suppose that’s part of the pleasure of the blog. It reminds me of a teenage rebellion but, perhaps 2o years too late!
And after that recommendation (for a recommendation it most certainly was), why wouldn’t you want to pay a visit to Kim at Non, je ne regrette rein?
I think you’ll have fun; in fact, I’m pretty sure you will!
And me? Well, I’ve heard a rumour that you can buy a Kilo for a Fiver so I’m going to buy the whole bluddy lot!
But then, I always was a sucker for piggy tails and piggy hooves!
All the best