'Tu sais chéri,' says Luis as I set my phone to ring at the ungodly hour of 5.00am, the hour that he has to wake up, 'que Monica, la femme de José, se leve chaque jour pour lui amener au dépot.'
'Really chéri? Monica gets up at 5.00am to take José to work everyday?'
'Oui,' he says, fixing me with his jet eyes, as if this is some kind of test.
'But Monica only does that so that she can have José's car. I don't need to borrow your car,' I reply laughing. 'Et chéri, je ne suis pas une femme portugaise.'
'But if it was necessary, would you get up at 5.00am to drive me to the dépot?' he persists, looking hurt.
'Yes, of course darling. If your car wasn't working,' I reply.
'OK, ca marche,' he replies, thankfully looking pleased with this response.
Silently I hope that his car doesn't break down anytime soon.
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....
Mmm, 5am starts. Luxury - tell him to try getting up at 4am everyday, like I do! Only wish I had the opportunity of such sleepy pillow talk in the morning.
Hey, glad the book's doing so well. The Daily Mail piece was realy excellent. Hollywood will surely come knocking soon...x