|P 'n' Me in Geneva - August 2015|
Why don't we just move in together? It is a question I think about a lot. If I chose to do that, he would be delighted and would have me move in tomorrow. Sometimes I wonder if I am averse to commitment. Perhaps I am, but I think my relationship record suggests otherwise. I still struggle with the French language. I know I would have to cope if I lived there all the time though I daresay it would only take me a few months to be able to hold conversations with people at a normal pace. It probably doesn't help that clever P is so bilingual that friends and family in England who have met him only know he is French because that is what I have told them. He is even cleverer than that. When we invite friends for a meal he naturally falls into conversing with them in their native language as long as it happens to be French, English, Spanish, German, Dutch, Italian, Russian or Mandarin. I suspect he would also make a reasonable go of speaking in Norwegian, Hungarian, Portuguese, Greek or Turkish. Strangely he doesn't speak Breton or even our local dialect, Savoyard. To be honest it is too easy for me to get by when he is around. When I am there we talk in English and when he is out at work I don't go out. I stay in and work on my writing, my compositions or, this week, updating my websites.
Despite a perception of the UK becoming a more challenging and polarised place in which to live there is still much to like about it. I love living on a narrowboat. I love where I am presently moored. I enjoy the work I do and the members of my various bands are in the area. I also love being able to see family members. I am lucky to have amazing friends. I love being able to offer a refuge to P when he comes to England. He also loves visiting and staying on the boat. I love that he thinks it is cool.
Seriously, compare the views out of our respective kitchen windows. Which would you rather have? Here? Or there?