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Jean Rosevear

Remember the ‘unsafe’ things we’d do to keep warm?
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Jean Rosevear

Jean Rosevear

Jean Rosevear loves sharing life experiences, through blogs and poems, discussions and gatherings. She has lived in the Northern Territory and various rural areas of Tasmania, and now enjoy half of each year based in France. Jean has three wonderful sons, and 10 grandchildren. She is supported by a myriad of friends!
When ‘everything’ I touched seemed to end in near disaster
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When ‘everything’ I touched seemed to end in near disaster

When ‘everything’ I touched seemed to end in near disaster

Jean offered to assist with things, as visitors should do.
Stonemason history in the French countryside
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Stonemason history in the French countryside

Stonemason history in the French countryside

"It's intriguing watching stone masons estimate which stone they will use for a particular space."...
Getting to know my new home town in France
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Getting to know my new home town in France

Getting to know my new home town in France

She practised her French in the lead up by chatting to the dog. ...
How to buy a property in France
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How to buy a property in France

How to buy a property in France

I’ve been curious about France since childhood. It became more than an interest as an adult and now it’s half my life!...
"The rich creaminess inspired memories of that family meal."
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Dripping: The food ‘waste’ that we used to relish

Dripping: The food ‘waste’ that we used to relish

'We had dripping on toast with the lingering taste of the Sunday roast.'
"The power has cut out, an ornament has crashed to the floor, and drips have begun inside."
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‘I love lightning storms, but not the downpour that follows’

‘I love lightning storms, but not the downpour that follows’

Sodden towels, plastic bowls, puddles on the floor, furniture in weird places, and rolled up rugs.
So much has changed.
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Poem: Four weeks today

Poem: Four weeks today

'Four weeks ago the doctor signed Peter's death certificate.'
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