Friday, 24 November 2006
Running a gite/b&b has it's amusing moments. I can honestly say that 99.9 percent of the time my visitors are a pleasure to meet. However, as they say "there's always one isn't there ?
His Lordship was sitting peacefully contemplating another warm croissant with his cup of freshly brewed coffee. He was idly reading L'Independant and was sitting comfortably close to the warmth of the Aga.
2b was moodily staring out of the window, apparently there were no Frosties left whilst The Small Cross One was doing the daily, whatever it is she does, with some electrical appliance on her hair
The next moment we all heard the distinctive throaty sound of The Grand Duchess coming from the garage.
As luck would have it I had my camera in my pocket and caught the wily old man red handed trying to hot wire His Lordships beloved girl.
"What in the blazes do you think you are up to"? demanded His Lordship waving his croissant wildly in the air. Father Christmas fixed him with a very scornful look. "I'm going Christmas shopping" he announced, "it's hardly unreasonable is it" ? Well for once we were all stumped for words. After an awkward pause His Lordship relented. "Well alright then" he said" there should be enough petrol to get yourself to Carcassonne and back".
"CARCASSONNE" the old man bellowed his beard quivering with indignation, "I'm taking this beauty to The Bon Marche in Paris" ! " A BEINTOT".
And suddenly, he was gone.