French Chateau For Sale

The week started innocuously enough. Great forks of lightening stabbing viciously overhead as His Lordship presided over his domaine. Effortlessly rustling up a mere six or seven courses for a party he carried on with grim determination as all around squeals of excitement and delight at the impromptu firework display emanated. The lights flickered precariously plunging us into darkness for a fraction of a second. Torrential rain sent waters swirling and gushing past the front door. I abandoned my workstation. ‘My computer’ I wailed.



Things were sure hotting up in the kitchen in more ways than one. An almighty crack signalled the end of my televisions and Internet access as my live box fizzled. A startling bright spark came from the utility room where the gas pipeline to the Aga lay. But all of this was nothing to the eruption that burst forth from Gordon Ramsay who had somehow found his way into my kitchen. I swear I could have heard a pin drop afterwards. I hadn’t realised before now that His Lordship had such an art for impersonations. ‘Such wasted talent’ I remarked as tartly as possible.



2b gets his ‘My First Screwdriver Kit’ out and proceeds to dismantle ‘Mummy’s lifeline’ because she’s in one hell of a tizzy and prone to shouting without prior warning. ‘You are so talented’ I gush chewing down my nails.



Then whilst more storm clouds are brewing I drop another bombshell.



‘I’m selling Le Chateau



Everyone’s looking at me. I continue. ‘I have renovated the most beautiful house with love and care. I have created a thriving successful business of which I am justifiably proud’. ‘It is however time to move on’.



Life is going to get interesting.



Here in the Languedoc.