So I’m back in Mayotte. Arrived a few days ago actually, but whereas I thought I’d be getting back to routine after the summer, things have in fact been hectic. At the end of the month, Mrs B. retires, which means we’ll be leaving for good, which means we have to sell what little we have in the flat. Many people, when they leave Mayotte, set about this well before: in January last year, struck by the uncharacteristic conviction that we couldn’t live without a vacuum cleaner, I called a woman who was selling one. ‘Fine,’ she said, ‘It’ll be available in June.’ In the end it turned out that we can live without a vacuum cleaner.
The reason for such ridiculous forward planning is that people are afraid of having stuff left on their hands. But I can confidently reassure them – unless you’re too greedy (which some people are), it won’t happen. The turnover of French administrators is such that household equipment is constantly being passed on. As soon as we placed the ads, the phone began to ring, and within a few days our flat was stripped even barer than it was before. Fortunately, we’ve negotiated to keep bed, cooker and fridge till our final day, but I’ve had to borrow a garden table from our neighbour to serve as my desk. This evening, some young teachers are coming to carry away all our crockery. That’s OK. As long as I have a few pens and a notebook, I’m happy.
Lol! A real seller’s market. Shouldn’t that mean you have the power to release each item on the date of your choosing? Let’s hope the buyers coming for your bed, fridge, and cooker don’t show up before you’re awake. 😉
They’d have to be very eager, as we wake pretty early here. The whole process is actually quite cleansing – I feel lighter with every item that goes.
As long as you don’t achieve helium status!
Well, shedding a couple of kilos wouldn’t hurt but I’m not planning on drifting off into the ether just yet.
Blessed are those who are able to retire and return home at will to live in peace! Majority of folks are forced to live life the way it happens, unplanned and unforeseen, and yet the magic and joy of life lies in its sheer unpredictability! Good luck!
Very true – thanks for the wise words!
You’re welcome – happy blogging!
Congrats to Mrs B. Curits
Enjoy the paper plates
Thanks, June.
Mayotte sounds like a nice place (for those who like a tropical climate) in your previous posts, but this post indicates that U are going elsewhere. Hope it is a still nicer place, by whatever criteria U and Mrs B may have.
Thanks very much! We return to Provence, which is certainly no ordeal by anyone’s criteria…
Vive la France!
It is just so different there… I marvel at this post. Safe travels to Provence (if not already there).
I keep checking for when Perfume Island is on Amazon. Been a little flaky here with keeping track of posts on WP.
Thanks, Tammy. I haven’t been keeping up well either – various things are a bit topsy-turvy right now. But I’ll be in touch!
You mean life has priorities? haha…
Fridge, smidge. If you can live with a little dirt, surely you can survive on non-perishables for a little while. 😉
Yes, it’ll soon be down to pasta and biscuits. But then we’ll get all that delicious nosh in the plane…
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