The Man was reluctant to let me have my way, until I pointed out to him that I would take the train to Paris, spend the night and follow on by train the next day. He chose the cheaper option! It's one thing to drive for a few hours to the Loire and get to your maison secondaire at a reasonable hour and in the daylight. But it's a long winding drive to where we are and it's always late and sometimes early morning before we'd arrive. The house is dark and dusty. The beds have to be made. The chances are we would not have stopped for a meal. We'd both be grumpy. Arrival about 3 or 4 in the afternoon is much the better idea. To my way of thinking. And besides it's a nice to start our long sojourn with a good French meal, delicious wine and a good night's sleep in a charming French village.
One year The Man went down with his friend Mike. They were going to knock down walls and extend one of the bedrooms. Of course they were not going to overnight somewhere en route. They arrived at the house at 2.a.m. Exhausted! The entered the house through the kitchen door in the blackness one only gets in a house that has been locked up and shuttered down for months -- and where the electricity has been turned off! The Man walked to the end of the kitchen and turned right at the door to step down into the dining room.
The tiled floor was ankle deep in water. It was March so the water wasn't warm either! The Man, flashlight in hand, sloshed through to the other side of the room, where the water was not so deep and into the living room to the cupboard where he took a chance and switched on the electricity! Water was dripping voraciously through the light fixture in the dining room ceiling and down the wall. Both men looked at the mess and then at each other and both said simultaneously,
"I'm so glad The Broad isn't here!"
My point had been made -- exactly!
Mike then turned to The Man and said, "I'm going to bed" and up he went...And now, that is exactly what I am going to do!!!