There's nothing quite like a spin along the Normandy lanes in a open-top car to get the day off to a good start.
Life here can seem a bit mundane, all those sheets to be laundered and beds to be made but it's not all soap suds and housemaids knee as I discovered earlier this week. I was just adding the final touches to the evening repas when this lovely little motor swept up the drive. The great thing about this job is you just never know who is going to arrive next or just quite how they will be travelling. John and Ann's arrival was unexpectedly impressive and Fudge and I nearly tripped over each other in our haste to be first to greet them!
Naturally, I did not turn down the offer of a drive into the village after breakfast the following morning, albeit as a passenger. My ongoing list of must have items has grown a little longer and a shiny, red Kit Car suddenly seems a whole lot more desirable than a ride-on lawnmower!
Delacroix was a cat person
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