When I left Lyon fourteen months ago I wrote:
‘Tomorrow I leave this city and Blogley in Lyon will be finished’ (Blogley 113)
I wrote that because at the time I thought I’d probably ditch Blogley once I got to Queaux. I had more important things to do. A book to write for one.
But I didn’t. Didn’t have the guts to take him out into the yard and blow his brains out like an old sheepdog. I let him fight another day and renamed him TRROAMIF. Or as you’re more familiar with The Ridiculous Ramblings of a Man in France.
I like TRROAMIF. Its anagram is FARM RIOT and the name nicely reflects my rural lifestyle here. But it’s time for a change. Time to revert back to the old fashioned Blogley. BLOGLEY in [SOMEWHERE]. Stay with what you know. That way at least people know where I am.
‘Oh yes, Bordeaux. I know Bordeaux. What was the last place called again? Quaeg?????
I don’t leave until Wednesday, but as I’ve got to put away all the hay bales I’ve been using for gymnastics this past year, this will be the last post from Quaeg.
I planned to write a long meandering eulogy covering all aspects of my life here, but I don’t see the need. I have the memories. I have the photographs. I have the blog. I have my diaries. And of course, I have the book. The Return of the Mighty Quad, which I’ve finished. In so far as there’s not much more I can do on it here.
It takes a long time to write a book. I said that on my very first post here in Blogley 114. The one after I’d threatened to terminate Blogley. This year has taken a lot out of me. I’ve dragged a lot of stuff up to the surface and laid it bare on the paper. I need to get back to the city to nail it down. To sew on the name tags. Tighten the hems. Stitch on the buttons. A book finished on Saville Row rather than on the desolate plains of Queaux. Or Quaeg.
That’s why I’m going to Bordeaux. To finish the book. My work here is done. TRROAMIF is finished. Terminated. Shot in the yard.
Any regrets? A few. I didn’t find the Moussac 10km running route until yesterday. I could have mixed more with the local community. I should have spoken more French. But ‘Should Haves and Could Haves’ don’t help anyone. Especially a person like me who has a tendency to dwell on the past. What is done is done. I wrote the book. I lived the dream. Welcome to Blogley in Bordeaux…(BiB for short)
And if you miss Queaux as much as I might, there’s always the videos!!!!