You need to read yesterday’s post to get this one (it’s quite short). It’s about one of my blog readers who turned up in our garden a couple of months ago. Well, two of my readers in fact, as it turns out they both partake of my blog. We were rushing off that day, so they visited us again yesterday.
Well, they came, they saw, they cooked us dinner. Patricia did, that is. She grabbed those peppers, courgettes, spring onions and the wok and whipped us up a great veggy dish. L’Homme “balanced” the meal out with five fat sausages. They had also brought us wine and chocolates. Malcolm played with Léonie on the Danger Staircase. For around 20 minutes I didn’t have anything to do. It was all quite wonderful.
So if any of you other readers want to just turn up with gifts aplenty and cook us a meal, you are more than welcome. Just thought I’d let you know.
This is the view you’ll get as we eat your homemade meal on the terrace. Come on, it’s a fair deal. Flights to Nimes and Marseille are closest. See you all soon.
Tales from a village in the Ardeche 
Are we still invited even if we can’t cook?
You are indeed, but you’ll have to make up for the not-being-able-to-cook hitch by doing lots of tidying, babysitting and dog-brushing (that’s like air-brushing but a lot hairier).
Bimey Malcolm, you’d be a hard act to follow.
Me and the Curds are totally coming. The little ones don’t have passports yet but am getting them especially. Cept the only place to get baby passport photos done locally is in the basement of a pharmacy. Once I have worked out how to get the double buggy down the spiral staircase to get the photos to get the passports to book the tickets I am TOTALLY coming to visit. Or I may just wait til they can walk down the stairs.
Oh yay. I will must re-read your specifications on meal foibles. Oh, except that you’ll be the one doing the cooking, remember? That’s part of the deal. Erm … does that mean we will be eating much Jamaican ginger cake and things-with-Heinz-tomato-ketchup?