TUESDAY 12th July – Lovely Pierre, meter man Despite the shared bathroom, ‘80’s décor, tiny bed and disgusting carpet, the staff quarters weren’t really too bad after all. Well, we slept OK anyway, despite the Dickensian surroundings. Let’s face it; this will probably be indescribable luxury in Vietnam….. Woke to steady rain – woo-hoo, a day off maybe? (Dominique has been very off about any gardening attempts in the rain, not that we ever pressed for them) but no, just diverted to the courtyard and drive, more bloody nettles, stingers and other grotesque weeds that, if they were human, would have ASBO’s slapped on them. The only incident of any significance was the man who reads the meter – tiny little black car turns up, gorgeous hunk of French manhood steps out, all swept back long
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