2 days to go…

It’s funny the things that bring you pleasure. Today it was a pile of wooden slats. A lovely big pile of wooden slats that belonged to the beds in the gite. A lovely big pile of wooden slats that now mean our guests can sleep in an actual bed, rather than on the floor. And…

3 days to go…

“What’s that beeping noise?” enquired our neighbour, Matt, as he dropped off some straw bales for us to use as seating for the party on Saturday. “It’s the mole deterrent”, replied Dennis. “Works a treat too”. Five mins later… “That mole thing is really annoying, isnt it”, I said, as the incessent beeping began to…

5 days to go…

I haven’t stepped foot in the gite today. My day has been a whirlwind of shopping for party decorations, calls with clients and commissioning for this new magazine I am attempting to launch (more on that another time). Although I did manage to find 15 mins to sit and enjoy a coffee and a croissant…

6 days to go…

The furniture has arrived! Praise the lord! Our guests are now guaranteed a bed, which up until yesterday at 3pm I didn’t think they were going to get. The gite lounge is now full of beds, mattresses, lamps and more, all waiting to be put in place. A job for Monday, we think, as still…

7 days to go…

If furniture could talk, we reckon this cabinet would have some stories to tell. This beautiful old cabinet is as old as the gite itself, according to its former owner, and would have been privy to all the births, deaths and marriages that have taken place here over the last 200-odd years. This evening it…

8 days to go…

Today, in between French lessons and client work, I managed to give an internal door a coat of paint and hoover the bathroom. At this rate it will be Christmas before the gite is ready. Progress is slow. Too slow. Tick tock, tick tock.

9 days to go…

Worked all day. No progress on the gite. The clock is ticking.

10 days to go…

Have just been tiptoing around the house thinking that someone was trying to break in, only to realise that the banging sounds I can hear are fireworks echoing around the valley. Panic over. Thank goodness. I didn’t relish the prospect of lying in bed wondering whether or not the boogie man was going to get…

11 days to go…

Nanny Betty left today. Her five-day holiday had been extended by a week after she fell and hurt her arm. We had been having such a lovely time as well – a trip to A&E was not what we had on our agenda (even if the doctor was very good looking – her words not…

The deadline approaches (and we’re not ready)

In 12 days, we have 20 friends from the UK arriving for our house warming party. For a week, both house, gite and garden will be full of adults and children all wanting kitchens to cook in and somewhere comfortable to sleep. Not unreasonable demands. I’m just not sure I’m going to be able to…

I wandered lonely as a cloud…

There may have been a grey sky this morning as I went about my daily wandering but that didn’t detract from the beauty of my route. All around the house, the fields are awash with yellow – the sunflowers are in full bloom and it is a glorious sight. The hedgerows are splashed with red…