We drove over to dinner last night with my friend Regine and her husband Jean-Claude. The children stayed with Norrie and Mary. The drive was beautiful; I am more and more taken with this region. We had the GPS plotter leading the way and when she said: “caution you are entering a restricted area” we knew we had arrived.
Regine and Jean-Claude have a house just below the palace and Her Highness was not there but had sent food, crockery and servants. So I got closer to her than most. We had a fabulous evening; great fun people, lovely wine, good food including the MOST incredible brie stuffed with truffles which I don’t think I will ever forget. I sat next to a top surgeon and apparently Grey’s Anatomy is quite realistic (I don’t expect many people talk to him about soap operas but I just had to ask). He in turn told me I am far too thin so I had three puddings, what joy.
At one stage I heard my husband say to Regine: “I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but you seem to have a talking hedge.”
He was right. The hedge was bleating on about how tired he was and how noisy we were and how he had to work in the morning. Regine offered him a glass of champagne.
“I’m in my pyjamas,” said the hedge.
“We accept people in pyjamas,” she replied.
But he wasn’t moving. So we all told him (very loudly) we would be quieter. Rupert (what a hero) drove home around midnight and now we are getting ready to collect the children. Tomorrow we head to the Languedoc so I expect I will be off air for a while. After a brief trip to Stockholm for work we come back to this region for our last week and finally see THE house inside. As long as there are no talking hedges, I would like to buy it…..
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2009