Renovation project - Friends come to visit from the UK
After our very busy day yesterday we have our friends arriving
this morning I am so excited to see them and can't wait for them to
get here, but I am also very nervous about their visit.
We have been talking about them coming over for some time and when
we spoke on the phone a couple of weeks ago, I explained that we had
very few vacancies and we would need to try to arrange a couple of
days when they could stay, but when I skyped my daughter the other
day, she was out horse riding with my friend and she shouted over we
have booked the ferry!!!
it was a case of oh flipping heck (or words to that effect, the f
and g are correct)
I explained that we had no vacancies and neither did the B&B's
we would recommend, her response was don't worry about it, we have
found a camp site!
I still can’t believe she is going to camp, you have certain
friends who you can imagine camping and the you have certain friends
who you just couldn't ever imagine camping (you can guess which
category my friend falls into)
I have visions of them on the floor in our bedroom after the first
night, but we'll see.
They arrive with no problems and I get a text that they are all
set up in the tent (my heart sinks every time I think of them in the
tent on the camp site)
I call round to pick her up and bring her to the house, her
husband has gone straight into holiday mode and is fast asleep.
She loves the house and the area, I'm so pleased as we stay with
her for a night every time we go back to the UK and we have sang the
praises of our new home, and now she gets to see it and fully
understands why we love it so much.
We have a fantastic few days and go out every night, we bump into
our new neighbours every night as well, and I am still trying to
convince everybody that we don't go out very often and don't know
that many people.
Nobody believes us as every where we go we are chatting to more
and more, we even go into one bar and meet a couple for the first
time and they know us, they read the blog!!!!!!
This is 2 complete random strangers in the middle of a French
village, who know us from the blog but also their company has worked
with my friends company, how small is this world?
One thing my friend has now realised is that taxis are not the
same here as they are in the UK, we are in a restaurant and after
consuming much wine, she asks about getting a taxi home, I laugh a
little and say its very unlikely but we ask the bar owner and when
she finds out the taxi is only to the camp site she can't stop
laughing,, there is no chance.
Some things are very different here, and taxis or the lack of them
is one example, back in the UK you can get a taxi day or night, but
here they are as rare as rocking horse poo!
The week goes so quickly, we have met loads more people, spent the
week trying to convince people this is not what life is really like,
it's normally much quieter, I somehow don't think people believe us.