A long summer break has passed between us, dear Reader. My first summer off in 3 years and I returned completely and utterly refreshed. So much so that it has taken me a little while to settle back at the writing desk! I hope you can forgive me for being distracted – France in mid 30 degree heat was just too lovely not to enjoy to the full. Well, that and Jerry and I had to live without WIFI for a few weeks…we’re lucky we are still married!
First there were the views…
Then there was the house that Primrose wanted to buy and was rather miffed when Jerry told her that unless she asked the owners if they needed to hire her as a housekeeper, there was zero chance of her moving in and calling it home.
Followed by a great deal of cheese, several hundred trips to the market for ‘ooohing’ and ‘aaaahing’ and much buying of French comestibles.
Oh and of course, dinner in an altogether pre-sous chef form should one feel brave enough….
…all washed down with
industrial quantities of a little bit of wine.
Jerry and I even managed to glean some local wisdom. Apparently, the best way to learn French proficiently is to take up a lover. An interesting notion……but not sure we’d find two souls brave enough to take us on to test it out. Especially after mutual meltdowns over the NO WIFI zone, rows over a hideously expensive phone bill for going over the data allowance AND the fact that I had yet again packed an entire suitcase full of books and nothing else. In my defence dear Reader, I read them ALL.
Still the sun set on our blissful holiday (apologies for the smugness) and we all agreed that there is nothing better than French food, French wine and spending time just the four of us.
That was before I returned to name tapes with a few helpings of two small beings bashing each other over the head with Lego, a cottage which had suddenly morphed into a hobbit’s home and to crown the chaos, a broken boiler and no hot water. Bonjour September…… Maybe I might just pop back to France and find myself a French lover after all, dear Reader?!