What an absolutely stifling day at the château, mes fleurs. It’s MARCH, and what in the hell is going on here? Since it’s too hot for a game of escargot with the children, I threw them down in the cellar to play “catch the rat” while I knocked off at the pool. Gilles actually caught one and mama couldn’t be prouder. Good rodent-catching genes those two have. I ought to buy them a tiger from the zoo, and pooh-pooh, maybe I will.
I just adore a midday repose out here, tucked into my hammock with a gin and tonic. I also love to skinny dip with close pals at midnight because cavorting naked outside of the boudoir is something yours truly considers requisite chateau behavior and #YOLO.
Pepito built the stone wall himself. Only took him three years. Perfection.
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