A chatelaine no longer!

Yesterday at 0900 French time Chateau Long Dog

passed into new ownership - lock, stock and

smoking septic tank!

Goodbye dear chateau.

 

Ring the church bell,

Toll the death knell

For a lifestyle that's all over and done!

I've sold off the chateau

I've eaten the gateau

So now I'm a girl on the run!

Last sunset from the terrace.

 

 

The staff have all been notified by text

that their jobs no longer exist.

That's the way it's done these days.

I shall particularly miss Joel, my gardener,
no one could trim a bush quite like him.

Merci cheri, it was fun!

I wonder if he'd consider relocating?

 

 

What's left of my long suffering goods and chattels

(that is all the stuff that hasn't been eaten by the rats)

are now on the way back to Blightey

in the back of an unmarked Luton van

destination unknown.

Refugees waiting to hop on lorries to England

 

 

Strict instructions have been issued

not to hang about at Calais as I don't want to

find some uninvited visitors in the back

when we go to unload this end.

Right now I don't even have a bed myself

let alone a guest room.

 

I do love a good cliff hanger so I shall leave you

with this thought .....

Wouldn't you know it, they're all shut except one!

 

 

As one door closes another one's

quite likely to slam shut in my face too!

 

Don't miss the next thrilling episode of

Long Dog Rides Again!