So, I know I just got back from Montreal, but here I am in sunny Antibes holidaying en famille. Well, with my brother, his (put upon, but also seemingly quite work-averse) wife and their two (adorable, gorgeous, beautiful) kids. These are the kids who are going to wheel me round in my bath chair when I'm ninety (god forbid), so I'm being nice to them.
Anyway, le soleil brille, le ciel est tout bleu, etc. But not for long as I'm about to wing my way northwards for a last minute 'any chance I can see you asap?' meeting with my boss. She's away for three weeks from tuesday and wanted to see me before she went - wants to discuss my 'location' for the next two years. Sounds very ominous doesn't it?
It's possibly less ominous than it sounds though, as I think she's picked up on my grumblings about travelling so much and not being able to get a life because I'm never in one place for long enough. We had a brief chat on the phone last week, which kind of went:
"I think you should move to Lille, that way you're still in France but handy for Belgium and Holland"
"I'm not moving to Lille"
"Well it seems the logical answer to me"
"I don't want to have to quit over this. I'm not moving to Lille"
"How about a five year contract in the States?"
"Can't I just move to Brussels?"
"Hmm. I hadn't thought about Brussels. It's not in France, though, is it?"
"Not last time I looked, no".
So it seems that we have a couple of issues on our hands here. a) My boss lives in a world of make believe, b)she's never looked at a map of europe, like, ever, c) She seems to think that just because she pays for my apartment she can choose where I live.
I guess with option 'c' she may have something of a point.
Anyway, the meeting is tomorrow. It seems my Lyonnais days are almost behind me.
Let's hope the next town likes me just as much.