We can’t claim to be rushed off our feet most of the time – if truth be told running gites in Lot et Garonne is probably about as close to an easy life as you can get.
But there are a few days each year when panic sets in, and we spend the day rushing around in a blind panic. This year we’ve got about six of these days planned.
Having two gites means that most Saturdays someone leaves and someone else arrives. Often people book for two weeks which lets us off the hook a bit, and ideally the bookings in thetwo gites don’t coincide.
But for a few Saturdays in the year it’s unavoidable – both houses are vacated and both need cleaning and sorting for the next people. Also the grass needs cutting and so on. Cleaning two houses in six hours is possible, but not much fun on a hot day.
Today was the first such day of 2007. Lunch was a crust of bread, grabbed as we ran through the kitchen, and even a cup of coffee was out of the question.
I say ‘we’ but really the brunt falls on Mrs B, who cleans the houses while I do the mending and exterior type jobs. So really I could have sat down and had a nice omelette while she rushed about, but I would have felt guilty.
So I ran up and down the courtyard with my cheese sandwich, pretending I was impossibly busy. Our consolation? Both houses are now full for two weeks, so next Saturday we can lie on the grass nibbling cherries.
Tough life, huh?