So I barely had time to stroke Max and say woof to Wolfie before we were off again. This time with the children to the Savoie where Rupert is researching an article for The Times. This gave us an excuse to come back to one of my favourite places in the world, our friends Norrie and Mary’s house.
It is a little like a spa retreat for me. I walk in and immediately feel relaxed and looked after. I ask if I can help and they say things like “you can sit down and drink your wine.” Regular readers might remember Norrie and Mary and the flying biscuits? They tell the children that when they hear the cockerel they are not to disturb mummy and daddy but to come into their room for milk and flying biscuits.
The downside to this is before 6am yesterday morning Olivia had woken everyone up on hearing a cockerel who is clearly on Asian time.
Olivia, Rupert and I have headed off to research the lakes. Yesterday it was gloriously sunny. I did some evening yoga (or yogo as Leonardo calls it) on the pontoon by the lake, much to the amazement of the locals who were extremely impressed with my pink yoga mat. It was one of those magical moments; the setting sun, the calm lake, the ducks gliding noiselessly back and forth.
Until I heard a voice behind me: “Mummy, we can see your knickers.” I only hope they didn’t clash with my yogo mat.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2008
Isn’t it amazing that in the midst of flying high on your own success bubble your children can poke a hole in it and bring you down to earth with a jarring crash? Don’t you love it???