The other day I woke up to BFM radio and to a lively discussion on Sarkozy’s reform of pensionable age and I realized to my horror, that I was going to have to work for longer than I’ve been alive before being eligible for a pension… Not that I thought I was even anywhere near retirement but it had never dawned on me that I’m not yet 30 so have another 32 years left! Talk about depressing…
Which led me to remember how long I have been in France. 13 years this summer. Nearly half my life! Okay, so I spent 4 years back in the UK in the middle of this, but even so, 13 years, 11 of which I have been with Hubby… Does this make me officially Frenglish?
