|Opening the door of our French home for the first time|
Following that joyous occasion, and it was just that, we had less than four weeks to create a home for ourselves and our holiday guests. Our first quickly drawn up to-do list grew hourly and we discovered that metre-thick stone walls are not easy to pierce, that old houses with oddly shaped rooms are difficult to carpet, that you can return from a holiday more exhausted than before leaving and that our son's appetite for visits to the hardware store is limited.
|Our home away from home|
|No spoons? Luckily, we had a salad server on hand.|
He maintained good humour despite his self-proclaimed kidnapping by mimicking the GPS voice as it attempted French street names with a strong English accent. Rue la-di-da-di-da-di-da, though, was the ultimate in distortion and had to be re-driven just so that we could take the edge off our all-consuming house set-up with a good belly laugh. After all, the first time, surprise had got the better of us.
Not really that funny, except to two stressed parents trying to find 'squiges' and 'thingamyjigs' in French in above-mentioned hardware store, the following conversation between lost woman X and passer-by womanY:
Woman X: I've lost my husband.
Woman Y: Make the most of it.
Mine hadn't lost his wife. I was taking just a minute to stop and sit down.
To read more of our French adventures, 'But you are in France, Madame' is available as both Kindle and print options here.
To find out more about our holiday rental click here at ourfrenchvillagehouse