Carcassonne Treasures
I found myself having to go into Carcassonne yesterday but not for a particularly wonderful reason. (Yes I have off days too you know) and I don't mind telling you this because if I was reading this blog I might question whether I was real or not, Doesn't the woman ever have a duff day ? I would be thinking.
Anyway to make it bearable I treated myself and companions to some wicked croissants filled with rich almond paste and lightly dusted with sweet icing sugar. Feeling surprisingly better I found that we were near to my little treasure troves where I always find a little something for myself, or lately supposedly for Sallys Chateau, my on-line shop. Except it's not on-line yet as I'm having difficulty parting with anything, the specification being that I have to love what I sell. Whoever says you cant become too attached to things is wrong. Grumbling reluctantly the others (male as you may have guessed) mooched around. One of them spied an upright 1960's style ashtray, the sort that took the tip of your finger off when you tried to dispose of your butt. And, oh dear, I found two divine bedspreads. 'You don't need them' a voice said in my ear. 'They are for my shop' I replied on the defence. As soon as we got home they were laid on beds, just testing you understand. The white cotton one trimmed with lace belongs in the garden bedroom as it sets off the stripped floorboards a treat and the one with gorgeous little embroidered flowers looks rather scrummy in the master bedroom.
To absolve myself from any guilt I might have been feeling I set to today in the garden. Ten wheelbarrow loads of weeds. I would have had a bonfire but it's not allowed yet, it's still (whisper) too hot and dry.
Finally struggling with the inevitable shall I ?, shan't I ? keep quiet about the bedspreads and hog them all to myself I decided a swim was in order. Everyday now is a bonus, the thought that it will soon be too chilly always makes every dip a complete thrill.
You can understand my dilemma though can't you ?
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When it comes to enjoying the luxury of the sun-warmed pool...no dilemma there.......
I've just found your wonderful blog via Gretel's and am now seething with jealousy! Wow, you live in South of France! I'm planing a move with hubby to SW France, but never seem to get around to it!
Nice to "blog" meet you,
Erica
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Wow ten barrows of weeds that is pretty impressive . . hah still too hot and dry . . . ship them over here . . we have NO such restrictions - probably wouldn't burn though too wet.
Enjoy your pool before it gets too chilly . . .had we got an outdoor one I doubt we would have used it this year.
Seriously - when you get that shop up and running I'll help keep you busy shopping!
Camilla.x
And baggy bottomed second son is very close to you and tells me it is really hot on a regular basis. I had hope for a flying visit, but he tells me he has to fly home with his little charges at half term.
I am always so overcome with a green-eyed mood when I visit your blog. I am just going to go and look out of the window here at the grey clouds and rain. Sob...
Envy the swim, the heat and the sunshine just at the moment...