We read The Local every morning on our tablets and take The Connection once a month. They are respectively an English language website and a newspaper, which provide us with the latest French news in English.

At the moment there is the even distribution or alarmist and reassuring articles on “To Brexit or Not to Brexit” – this is the question. The 300,000 British ex-pats are concerned as to what effect the vote will have on their status in France. Back came a rejoinder to remind us that the majority of English immigrants live in rural areas and their input is financially essential to many communities, which would otherwise struggle to survive without Les Rost Boeufs. I tend to support that viewpoint plus the fact it will take many years to unravel the legal, constitutional and financial facets of British interest in Europe, should the vote go ahead and David Cameron, who came back virtually empty handed from his negotiations, face a Brexit majority.

I think it is unlikely to happen, simply because of the block votes of the SNP and the party searching for identity under Corbyn, having lost it under Ed Milli-bland. Either way, it is some future situation that may very well not be of great consequence in my lifetime, in which, by virtue of the fact I am fast approaching 75, the expectancy is shorter than most.

Life could be worse and I am not sure we could take it if it was much more exciting, than living in relatively rural France.

We do not live in Misery, which can be found in the Picardie region. It is rated one of the worst places to live, in France, purely because of the name. Another is Dives. Or there is Pis, Craponne or Le Grave - genuine names of French towns and villages selected by The Local as places to avoid.

There are still too many Brits who live on the dole but there are 25,000, mostly French, who are happy to live in Dole in France, or alternatively they could switch to Stains.

One of the more unusual places to live in France is Anus. Despite it having precisely the same meaning in French, there is a healthy population there that do not seem particularly anal about their village’s name, described by The Local as being situated in "the arse-end of Burgundy”. The name has remained unchanged for many, many decades.

We used to live in Benevent L’Abbaye in rural Limousin. We now live in a village in the Tarn called St Amans-Soult. I have yet to discover what it was called in earlier days. The village over the river is called St Amans-Valtoret, while our village is named after Marshal Soult, who came from these parts and had a modest mansion here, won by the proceeds of being one of Napoleon’s leading marshals.

Actually, we don’t need a special name to know we like living here: a lot.