After we'd got settled here in france we started to notice things around us such as who lived in what house,
I did mention the cottage in a place called judge, Well after the old couple who lived in it had gone the cottage stayed empty for a while,
One day i was driving down the track when i noticed this lady standing in the centre of the track holding a little yorkshire terrier she made no attempt to move and let me pass,
i gently pressed the "soft section of my horn" (ive a two section horn on my car 'ones a real loud blast' and the other a softer sound) but still she wouldnt let me by,
She gave a wave for me to drive around her "this is a narrow one vehicle track with drainage ditches on both sides even tractors have trouble trying to pass each other and its the norm for one to pull into any space you can to allow one vehicle to pass,
I got out of the car walked up to this lady "still in her night dress at 4pm" and said hello and the little dog was going mad, yorkies are one of two types (1) they want to kill you or (2) they want to lick you to death, this one wanted to lick me to death,
The lady didn't seem normal, she had that look,
she told me her husband was indian and dead and was a bad husband to her, she'd moved from paris to live here and she'd bought the house behind the huge fence
(the cottage i'd looked at once )
I pointed out the track was just about wide enough for one wide car to get through but to go over to the sides of this track was'nt a good idea.
She looked at me in a strange way and said her dog liked me so i could pass,
I told her we lived just down the track a mile or so and if ever she was near please call in for a coffee and then i returned to my car and drove on.
Over the months both myself and my wife always pulled over to say hello,
The locals said she was strange and as she came from paris they didnt like people from paris and so she was ignored,
We gave her our phone numer and said if ever she needed anything just call.
Months went by and we didnt see much of her but one day our phone rang and she needed help she sounded drunk but we went round within 15 mins but everything was locked up and no reply from our knocking or ringing the bell,
The local farmer told us she did the same to him and she was always drunk.
Two weeks later they found her body she'd died of an breathing attack, the local nurse had visited her for this complaint but it was a serious attack this time.
Ive always thought i should have tried harder to be her friend,
Sorry.
I did mention the cottage in a place called judge, Well after the old couple who lived in it had gone the cottage stayed empty for a while,
One day i was driving down the track when i noticed this lady standing in the centre of the track holding a little yorkshire terrier she made no attempt to move and let me pass,
i gently pressed the "soft section of my horn" (ive a two section horn on my car 'ones a real loud blast' and the other a softer sound) but still she wouldnt let me by,
She gave a wave for me to drive around her "this is a narrow one vehicle track with drainage ditches on both sides even tractors have trouble trying to pass each other and its the norm for one to pull into any space you can to allow one vehicle to pass,
I got out of the car walked up to this lady "still in her night dress at 4pm" and said hello and the little dog was going mad, yorkies are one of two types (1) they want to kill you or (2) they want to lick you to death, this one wanted to lick me to death,
The lady didn't seem normal, she had that look,
she told me her husband was indian and dead and was a bad husband to her, she'd moved from paris to live here and she'd bought the house behind the huge fence
(the cottage i'd looked at once )
I pointed out the track was just about wide enough for one wide car to get through but to go over to the sides of this track was'nt a good idea.
She looked at me in a strange way and said her dog liked me so i could pass,
I told her we lived just down the track a mile or so and if ever she was near please call in for a coffee and then i returned to my car and drove on.
Over the months both myself and my wife always pulled over to say hello,
The locals said she was strange and as she came from paris they didnt like people from paris and so she was ignored,
We gave her our phone numer and said if ever she needed anything just call.
Months went by and we didnt see much of her but one day our phone rang and she needed help she sounded drunk but we went round within 15 mins but everything was locked up and no reply from our knocking or ringing the bell,
The local farmer told us she did the same to him and she was always drunk.
Two weeks later they found her body she'd died of an breathing attack, the local nurse had visited her for this complaint but it was a serious attack this time.
Ive always thought i should have tried harder to be her friend,
Sorry.