
I am missing the point of course and what my visitor would really like to find here is the unexpurgated description of life in the rural idyll. Alas I must err on the side of tact rather than texture and although I often feel that here at Foucauderie Towers I am playing the part of Basil Fawlty and Manuel all rolled into one, I aspire to remain as calm and gracious as Sybil and as capable as Polly.
Of course there will always be the rare occasion when that corpse pops out of the cubboard.....so continue to watch this space for the odd, gritty tale.