We haven’t been able to get over to France since October last.
Naturally I am worrying that:-
1) The roof has blown off Maison Priest and all my new decor is ruined
2) The neighbours think we aren’t coming back and the mayor has invoked some ancient by-law and flattened the house to create a new car park for the fishermen
3) The house behind has been turned into a hostel for behaviourally challenged youths
4) The apartment at Argeles has been flooded by the eccentric neighbour next door and because all the floors are tiled and skirted up to the walls, we won’t know until we open the front door and get washed down the stairs
There are some even scarier scenarios that I daren’t even articulate on this blog!
I think I have inherited the ” imagining extreme and unlikely scenarios” gene from my mother. When we went away on holiday, even for a weekend, she would dread the return journey , covering her face with her hands as we turned into our street and begging my father to tell her if the house had burned down in her absence.
AAARRRGGGHHHH!!!!! calm down calm down calm down……..