A blonde moment. Laughing at myself. ASmileADay #119

I believe I can say I had a blonde moment as I am blonde and therefore, laughing at myself.

I live on a narrow street in a medieval French hill top village, that is for residents only. ‘Residents’ whizz by on skateboards, bicycles, cars and scooters…beep, beep. The majority of people walk. This is a convenient cut through to the large free car park at the end of the village which takes you past a stream and under a bridge. Tranquille. Just lovely, it is.

The street runs past my door. There is no pavement. Over the years I have got used to most of the sounds that eminate from beyond my solid wooden door. But recently I have been a little disgruntled…

Of course people chat as they are walking along but why are they choosing to stand outside my door to have a telephone conversation? I can usually only hear one voice. So that is my guess. Yesterday I was particularly intrigued as this person was  speaking English. Ooh, what is it they say about eavesdroppers…

DisgruntledBut I decided to risk it. Ah, he mentions a boulangerie. Probably wants to know where it is? I could help there…

However suddenly opening the door might give the poor bloke a heart attack then we would be trying to track down the local doctor instead.  So I listened a bit longer…and I heard him say, engaging, fun, unpredictable…

D’oh! he was reading this which has been stuck on my door (by me) for some days now.

All Expenses Paid (fact meets fiction)

It is one thing to make a cup of tea and then find it 1 hour later, stone cold but not to recognise the blurb from your own book…think I need a holiday! I am not frowning now, the sun was in my eyes and my eyes are glossy from laughing. Honest!

Helen Ducal All Expenses Paid

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