I really didn’t want to do this today, or any day for that matter.

But one of my Breton neighbours has died. What he died of is not that important.

I have lived in the house of his Grandfather for twenty eight years now. It is still a bit of a hovel. Not much has changed, but it has always been a happy house for me.

Alain told me about sitting in the big, open grate and talking to his Pappy when he was very young. And about the fun times he had in the house next door with his sister Katy and her soon to be husband Christian and Anne Marie, his soon to be wife. That was so long ago and long before I came here.

Their Grandfather gave them both a plot of land on which to build their houses, just across the lane, neither of which are a patch on what I bought. I can only hope that they know that I love this house and that I learned to love them as well.

Monsieur le Hyiaric came from peasant stock and after The War. I don’t even know who he was. But if this house was good enough for him then it is certainly good enough for me.

I am so sad to see the death of his Grandson. Alain le Hyiaric was a thoroughly nice man.

4 Responses to “Death.”

  1. roobeedoo2 Says:

    Very sorry to hear about the loss of your friend, Elena ❤

  2. elenamitchell Says:

    He actually wasn’t all that much of A Friend. Although he did try to make me feel welcome.
    I suspect that he and his sister later wished that they hadn’t sold this wreck of a house. Only a fool like me would have bought it when I had absolutely No Money to do anything with it.
    But that was The Bonus. I never got around to wrecking it. It is still the original wreck. And there aren’t too many of those left anymore. Most of the rest of them are a parody of what they were.

    See my next Blog.

  3. Elizabeth Says:

    Sad post – but so good you appreciate the house he built. That’s grand for him.

  4. elenamitchell Says:

    No. It wasn’t him who built the house. I still don’t know who did that.

    I suppose the point is that I liked Alain le Hyaric and have lived around him for nearly thirty years.
    This was a very long time.

    And the one thing that I cannot do is to go to his Funeral. That has upset me even more.

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