Moving to France

We made a holiday of the trip here. Camping's fun. Littlest Hobo style! Maybe tomorrow we're gonna settle down, until tomorrow, we'd better pack up the trailer, put the aubergine plant in the back seat, and get a move on, or we'll never bloody get there... doo-doop pi-doo doop, - that's hobo style...
We lived in our little tent for a couple of weeks until we finally found our bonheur - a lovely , if empty, apartment in a grand old building, with a large south-facing terrace overlooking the chateau. - Pas de barbecue, says Madame. What?! Oh well, we'll see about that one... Where do we signe? We moved in two days before Dot started school - clasy timing. I hadn't worried for a second... And the abergine survived to see out its days in the southern sun!
In the following weeks we bought a bed. And a setee. What more could we want? The sun shone, the place was beautiful, the supermarkets vast and amazing, and about a million restaurants that we couldn't afford to eat in. Best get a job then...