|Charlotte, exhausted from chasing pine cones -- note the one sitting on her paw.|
Just back from a long, long visit with my first and best French friend, Anne-Françoise. She and her family had a gorgeous house a five minute walk from ours. (Actually, the verb is "has" a house near us because it's for sale and hasn't yet sold which brought her back to our village for a few days.)
Last year they bought a house -- 11 bedrooms, 11 bathrooms and 15 toilettes, because as you no doubt know in most French homes the toilette is separate from the bathroom -- in the South of France. The family, at the moment, consists of six children and 14 grandchildren. A-F and her husband decided to find a place in the sun which would be so irresistible that everyone would be drawn to it like a magnet for summer vacations. So far the tactic has worked.
I now know where we will be spending a July holiday. She invited us. Very exciting.
|Tell me, what is more fun than gossip and tea with a best friend? (Oh, no, wait. . . gossip and Champagne?)|
Her middle daughter, Pamela, and Andrea have been friends forever. Another example of continuity and deep friendship.
Anne-Françoise and I spent our time together today gossiping, drinking tea and exchanging beauty and regime tips. I brought her a jar of special night cream from Clarins and then told her my latest regime allowed two glasses of wine per day. She said (in French of course): "Scan that thing and get it to me instantly!" I did, it's in her iPhone.
A demain my dear friends.