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I wake up wrapped in the big brown arms of my (former) Portuguese neighbour. Oh dear lord, what have I done?
Well, I think it's fairly obvious what you've done.
Oh la la la!
So the aperitif went well then?
That, dear lady, is what we are waiting to learn. And how did Boeuf react? :-)
Thank God - finally the intrigue is over xx
So did he not go home after last Sunday's aperitif then? What happened in between?
Ooh la la, so given the cyber time lag, how many times have you now woken up in his big, strong, Portuguese arms? Someone above wrote 'finally the intrigue is over' - mais non - I'm not Hercule Poirot, but I think 'ze intrigue, it is just beginning, non?' Fab, lovin' it!
I knew it, I knew it!!
I'm just surprised it's taken so long.
Markyj's comments always make me smile :-)
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Two years ago I hung up my high heels, put the Prada handbags into storage and left behind my fashionable West London life to renovate an old village house in rural France. Et voila. This blog is about what happened next....