Monday, February 3, 2014

the unexpected


We've been gradually selling off items in the house, mostly furniture and big things; the couch, the dining table and chairs, Gregory's weight bench and boxing bag, things like that. Then there's those little things; small lamps, decorative storage boxes, canvas prints, things that I figured we'd end up giving away, I mean without a yard sale, nobody is going to buy it... or so I thought.

On Saturday morning, Gregory and I returned home from a café and croissant date to find our neighbor waiting for us, her head out the window. She told us that a friend of hers wanted to come and see what we were getting rid of. We said that there wasn't much left that wasn't already promised to someone but if she really wanted to, sure.

That afternoon the two of them arrived and whirled about the house like dervishes. They pointed to everything, "Is that for sale? Is that?" But you know, in French, "C'est à vendre? C'est?"

We ended up selling things that we hadn't even considered selling, things that I figured would be passed on to Brother-in-Law when we left; a set of faux leather boxes, a pair of banged up metal chairs, the coffee machine, and a large print hanging in my kitchen. My neighbor's friend even said she'd be back to take the floating shelves off the wall. When they left I sat there stunned, clutching the €50 and counting my blessings. I hoped that somehow my good fortune could be transferred to the French rugby team.

If you follow European rugby you know that France had a disaster of a season last year, A DISASTER.  A lot was hanging on Saturday's opening Six Nations match against England, it would set the tone for the tournament. Normally we like to watch big matches in a bar with other fans but for an England and France match, I can't. I get far too emotional (and by too emotional I mean, shouting, and pacing, and jumping up and down, oh and did I mention shouting). England and France are age old rivals in everything and winning the match is très importante. And being that Ireland is the other team I support when I'm not supporting France, winning against England is always a big deal to me... you know, payback for the 800 years of oppression.

The match was a nail biter... thirty-two seconds in and France scored a try. We freaked the eff out. At only twenty-two minutes in, the score was 16-3 for France and I was badly in need of oxygen and a Xanax. But then in the second half, England looked like they had shotgunned a case of Red Bull in the locker room because they were back! Nervously I paced about the living room watching one French fumble after another, and then with only four minutes left in the match and England ahead 24-19, I began to feel the sadness and disappointment wash over me, it wasn't a nice feeling. But then if by swirly, sparkly, magic, a very unexpected thing happened... France found their je ne sais quoi again. A shiny, new nineteen year old, straight off the bench scored a try, and that was that. France won 26-24 and my house shook with happiness.

And then in a most unlike him, most unexpected way, Gregory declared that we should go out to celebrate the wonderful, unexpected day that was. So we went out and hit the town! (Not exactly, The LPV doesn't really have a 'town' to hit, we hit the restaurant down the road, but in my old age, that's all the 'town hitting' I can handle).


Bisous!
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P.S. After hitting publish on this post and reading a couple of the comments, I feel that there is something I need to address so my paragraph about the rugby match is not misunderstood... I do not hate the English. A good chunk of my family is English (HELLO, Mrs. London!) and it is a country that is very dear to my heart. However, when it comes to sports, mainly rugby as it's my favorite, they are the biggest rival for the teams that I support; the same way the Red Sox always want to beat the Yankees and West Ham wants to beat Millwall. That's all, plain and simple. Now if you excuse me, I have Friday's Eastenders to catch up on. 

22 comments:

  1. So I guess you drank your 50 euros then?
    Everyone likes to beat the English. Especially Australia. The Ashes (cricket) has been particularly bittersweet this year. Allez France!

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  2. Yeah, yeah. Everybody hates the English. I think that's probably the only thing that every single other culture can agree on ;-)

    I'm glad I decided against going to the pub to watch the rugby... I couldn't have handled watching another of my teams lose on Saturday (the football was bad enough!)

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  3. i should have known this post would involve rugby somehow ;)

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  4. Everybody does hate the English, but we have to remember that it wasn't average English people responsible for historical atrocities because most English people were badly-treated servants (reality is not Downton!) on the streets, in workhouses and living 5 to a bed. It was the English aristocracy/rich! I feel I can say this because I have Italian and French roots, but grew up in England. Phew, got that off my chest!

    It's great that you sold some more stuff and [had] some more cash! : )

    Louisa @ My Family & Abruzzo

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  5. Quite the busy weekend indeed.

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  6. don't worry, I won't show Jon this post :P

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  7. So cool that you sold so much stuff! :) Please never get rid of that fox purse, okay? It is way too pretty! I am so in love with that thing!

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  8. The success of jumble sales where people manage to sell well, anything, I guess is testament to the fact that the French were obviously going to love your second hand goodies! I haven't watched sport for ages and I feel like I want an excuse to go and shout in a bar. We have plenty of English peeps here and three whole English pubs so it could be quite a fun little mix.
    I'm gonna miss your French stories!

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  9. Mr FD wasn't at all a happy bunny. He came out with some most unedifying language!!

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  10. Any reason is a good reason to hit the LPV!!
    Hope the packing is going well..

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  11. Listen, other people's crap is always more exciting that your own, why do you think car boot sales/thrift shops do so well? ;o)

    I may or may not have had a bit of a giggle at that final scoreline on Saturday, especially after following the play by play comments on the BBC News site...

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  12. And I thought you were going to say that you were "expecting".

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  13. A nice surprise for you to have someone offer to buy your bits and pieces. Sounds like you are organised!

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  14. Have a look on le Bon Coin, you might recognise a few items... ;)

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  15. that's a lot of packing! good luck! glad you could sell some unexpected things! XO

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  16. I love this story. Everybody wins! And there is still plenty o'happiness to be had in the LPV...
    Bisous.

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  17. Sounds like your neighbors freed you up of a lot of stuff! xo

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  18. lol! I like the post update at the bottom. Anyway yay for good fortune!!

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  19. Great little surprise for you there!

    Yasmeen x
    http://themirroraffects.blogspot.co.uk

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  20. Woohoo - congrats on all those unexpected sales! That's awesome! Selling off our furniture and other stuff was one of the most stressful things I had to do before we moved to London. Posting ads on Craigslist is not for the weak-hearted. Is there an LPV craigslist? ;o)

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  21. Ah what good fortune!

    The pub has been crazy lately during the Six Nations games, and I just sit there very confused amongst allt he hooting and hollering!

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