Tag: Flamarens
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Where are my cigarettes?
‘When the end of the world comes,’ I often say, ‘the first thing I’ll do is reach for a cigarette.’ Just after 7pm last Tuesday I thought it had finally arrived; well for me anyway. And did I have a packet of fags to hand? ‘Course not. It’s 15 years since I kicked the…
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Robin Clark, you were worth it!
It’s Saturday morning, just gone nine and I’m still in bed. It’s a rare treat now and I am savouring every second, despite the fact I have a house full later. For now, all is quiet, if you zone out the not so gentle rumble of Bertie’s snores. We’re only at mid-May but already…
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‘It’s not my birthday….’
I’m back in my field, snuggled under the duvet, having a rest day after a hectic week of late nights, early mornings and emotional reunions, followed by a houseful of paying guests this weekend celebrating a 70th birthday. On Saturday night, as I listened to them laughing and joking as they sipped their coffee and…
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January, the month of diversionary activity
I have tons of things to do. If I could be bothered I’d write a list. Instead I let them flash in and out of my brain. All begging to be started, finished; at least attempted. All pleading that they’re top priority. Necessary if I want to achieve this, or that. Gently reminding me that…
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The ups and downs of fork prongs, bring me mustard and so long Coolio….
September has turned out to be another frantically busy month, with the pilgrims on the Camino de Santiago multiplying as the weather has cooled. Others have grabbed the chance of the last of the summer sun and a little guaranteed calm now that children have returned to school. Well it was supposed to cool in…
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‘Devilled eggs? Aren’t they a bit 1970s?’
Having said that I scribble all the time, in the past few weeks it’s been difficult to carve out any time to put pen to paper or bash away at the laptop. The end of July and August is of course the busiest time at Maison Lamothe, with a stream of holiday makers, pilgrims, family…
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Happy Anniversary
A chambres d’hotes is just that – a room in someone’s house. You are staying as a guest in my house, along with everyone else who is staying here, paying or otherwise. There are no longer any divisions, family, friends and strangers muddle along together.
Really Michelle 