I tumbled out of bed in the early hours and fumbled around closing all the windows. No easy feat wandering about over three floors with eyes glued shut.
There was a chilly breeze edging its way under the duvet and the ambient temperature was decidedly uncomfortable.
When I came downstairs this morning, I wistfully ran my hand over my very cold Aga and toyed with the idea of switching it back on.
So, own up who’s taken it? – Scotland, Iceland, Russia?…………..you’ve got until midday to turn it back over to us in France. We’ve got wine to grow, and barbecues to organise – and I simply refuse to drag those wooden steamer chairs back into the barn if it rains. They weigh a ton! Clock’s ticking, midday’s the deadline. Actually, make that 2,30. Just remembered the local gendarmerie shuts for lunch…………………