Some amazing news today. Apparently Brad Pitt has been house-hunting in the Languedoc. Unlike most of us who do our house-hunting on the internet, Brad has been flying over the region in a helicopter and when he spots a pad he likes the look of, he lands and asks if it’s for sale.
As you can imagine since I heard this news four hours ago I have been in a state of high alert. I am not going to risk a bad hair second, let alone day, in case Brad takes a shine to our house lands here. My nails are painted, my underwear is matching (rather optimistic but you never know). As my husband told the friend of ours who broke the news. “If Brad lands on our lawn he’ll get more than he bargained for.”
You may remember from a previous blog that when I promised to be faithful to my husband I put in Brad as my one caveat.
My weekly supermarket shop suddenly became very exciting as I thought Brad might be in the next aisle. Well? Even film stars have to eat. And I know for a fact they sell peanut butter there, which no American can live without for more than five minutes.
The news that Brad may be my new neighbour is extremely exciting. If he does land on our lawn I might even have to pretend to sell my house to him, although now he’s moving into the region I’ve no desire to move at all.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2007
Brad will be unable to resist your charms when he sees how hot you look in your black party frock and pointy hat …
Where is your house anyway? When is your husband away?
I am afraid this sounds as mich a fantasy as finding Maddy. Still, if he wants to buy a house please send him ? la mienne.
Surely you mean please send him to “chez moi” or please show him “la mienne”.