We live in the middle of nowhere on tiny silent lanes and I love it. However twice a day mayhem takes over.
At 12 noon a Monsieur will rush home for his two hour lunch and then at 1.55 he will dash back to work filled with a 4 course feast and various amounts of wine.
Today whilst returning to the chateau from the patisserie a battered old farmers van approached us at full speed in the middle of the road. Mark was driving so he pulled as far into the hedge as possible and stopped expecting the other driver to slow down and move over also.
But "non" the monsieur continued at full speed and took off both his and our wing mirrors.
As the mirror was ripped off on my side I got out to inspect the damage, Monsieur stopped some way up the road and did not get out but just sat there.
I picked up both the wing mirrors and walked up to see him sitting there with a very red mottled wine infused face.
I told him politely that he should drive more slowly on these tiny lanes to which he told me that women should not be allowed to drive.
Wrong answer monsieur....I advised him of various things including the fact that I was not even driving!
With that turned I on my heels and threw his wing mirror over the hedge into a freshly manured field.
Don`t mess with me monsieur I have a baguette and I am not afraid to use it!
Calming down as we speak mes belles