Twenty-four hours is a long time in childcare. My husband is back, the kidney infection is in fact a trapped nerve and the children are being saints.
I can’t credit myself with their transformation. We have come to stay with our friends Norrie and Mary which seems to have done the trick.
Just as there’s nothing quite as horrendous as three children being horrible, there is also nothing quite as lovely as three children having fun and playing. Here they have lots to do. The rabbits, donkey, dogs, geese, chickens and ducks all need constant bossing about. Norrie and Mary are like the grandparents from heaven. “Go for a sleep,” they told us after lunch. “We’ll take the children for a walk.”
I didn’t even need my agv (see below) last night so have woken up feeling much better. I asked Rupert why he thought the children were so much nicer here than at home.
“They love it here,” he said, “and it’s different.” Rather like me in Harvey Nicks I suppose.
Today we head off with whichever children want to come (probably none) to Annecy. This is a town in the Savoie famous for looking a little like Venice where house prices are almost as high as in Paris.
Wherever I go I carry with me my box-set of the third series of Grey’s Anatomy. I am sorry to say this addiction has not been cured. Meredith is choosing between Finn the vet and Dr McDreamy at the moment.
“Who would you choose?” asked Bea.
“It’s a tricky one,” I said. “I don’t really know.”
“I would choose McDreamy,” said Bea. “Because he’s a doctor. And he’s dreamy.”
What more do you need?
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2007