Laughing Housewives are the best guests
If you don’t know Tillybud’s blog, you have missed a treat, as she rarely blogs nowadays, but back in the day I was roaring with laughter every morning. Before that we were study buddies and critiquing colleagues, so we go back a long way.
Linda (her real name) arrived at Deauville airport on Thursday afternoon, and we haven’t stopped yacking and giggling yet! Through monsoon rain we sat in the back of the chauffeur-Jock-driven car and caught up, while munching baguette sandwiches. By the time we got home, there was a glimmer of sun to show our little home in its best light.
A riotous meal with Jock in full Burns-quoting joke-telling mood saw us wind down enough in time for some recuperative sleep.
The weather is still not behaving properly. A couple of short walks to orient her in our rural landscape with an afternoon working on each other’s poetry – a lovely way to spend time, specially as Jock lit the fire to make it cosy. We did our best to demolish a roast leg of lamb (a rare treat for us these days), watched a couple of episodes of M*A*S*H
and retired, tired. But happy.
And now we’re off to market and for a bit of exploring………