Holiday in France
It's always very rewarding when clients write and tell me what a lovely holiday they have had at Le Chateau. This year we seem to have attracted quite a few artists and last week Hilary and her family came to stay. They had the most marvellous weather, hardly a breath of wind and hitting the 30's everyday. Hilary does abstract photography based on the works of Cubist Piet Mondrain with some surrealist Salvador Dali thrown in. Along with her letter she sent me a sample of her work knowing I have a soft spot for sunflowers. I tried to elicit from her exactly how she did it but as I'm reminded on a daily basis that I know nothing of the wizard ways of computers I'll just stick to happily snapping away.
La Rentrée today. Heavens I would be telling porky pies if I didn't sometimes wonder why on earth they have such long holidays. The Small Cross One and 2b got their mugshots in some glossy magazine extolling the virtues of 'the life you've always dreamed of' but no-one wanted my views, can't imagine why. It's terribly quiet and I always endeavour to greet them with a delicious home baked Victoria Sponge Cake or offerings of chocolate Rice Krispies but they've got cute as the years roll by and the act of love is greeted with some suspicion.
The grape harvesters are rumbling in the background picking the chardonnay, another sure sign of Autumn creeping upon us and suddenly the frantic holiday season is drawing to a close. It only seemed like yesterday when I was checking the calendar on a daily basis and e mails flew back and forth as people prepared for their annual holiday. Now that the mad season is over we finally got around to dropping in on some friends. It is the time when we all come out of the woodwork and friendships are renewed, stories of the summer are exchanged and snippets of our lives emerge. The friends have the most marvellous couple of parrots, they have a Great Dane and an assortment of smaller dogs too but it is the parrots that hold the most fascination for me. 'I rather fancy getting a parrot' I said casually to His Lordship (you somehow knew that was coming didn't you ?) 'You've got one already' he retorted dryly. 'I have to repeat myself on a daily basis in a parrot like fashion and you ruffle my feathers constantly'.
I feel a batch of chocolate Krispies for my little darlings coming on.