If there was ever a week needed to lift the mood, it’s been the past one. There’s nothing better than being amongst friends to clear the blues and lift the soul. Any traces of self-pity were washed away with the arrival of my old friend Phil and his gal pal Rosie who’ve popped over from the U.K to spend a week sight-seeing and Sophi-seeing. I admit the late nights and buckets of wine did catch up with me last night but all the hugging and catching up was worth the bleary eyes.

And it’s not just me who is profiting from the company – Mumo who is still recovering from a bout of something unknown, has brightened up considerably having these two around and Alice Border Terrier has turned into Rosie’s stalker. Whilst this was the first time of meeting Rosie, Phil has been part of my life for 30 years or even though I haven’t seen him in almost 4 of them. I wasn’t sure if the woofers remembered him but Arry certainly did, screeching at top volume and delightedly placing his favourite rocks at his old buddy’s feet. Actually that’s normal behaviour for my over-sized delinquent of a German Shepherd but the reunion was quite tear-jerking. And since their arrival, the two have been out exploring the wonders of our little part of France under the glorious August sunshine before relaxing over a bottle or two with myself, Denis and Mumo in the evening. And I even threw in a little tour of my own, taking Rosie and Phil up to our local vineyard for a tasting and a guide around the workings of Laetitia’s small but exclusive enterprise. I got Phil a bit tiddly too.

I say glorious August sunshine because unlike the usual last month of the summer, the temperature has stayed mostly in the lower thirties making getting out and about a pleasure rather than the normal 40 degrees burn the back of your throat that we have come to expect. The pool, although having the need to be topped up every once in a while, is perfectly swimmable – it would be nicer if the man with the drill pipe would turn up so we could refill for free but as I’m enjoying this feeling of serenity, I’ll leave that problem until my guests have departed. If there was anything that could put the icing on the cake so to speak, it would be a nice rainstorm to soak the poor garden – we almost got one on the one night I didn’t want one but thankfully it passed through.

For that Denis and I were very grateful as Friday night was all about barbecues and petanque and a chance for me to introduce Phil and Rosie to mes amis, those who have become an integral part of my new life here in Rouffiac. And if you’re wondering, Phil highly approves of Denis. And Denis likes him too. Special coming from Tony’s best friend and one of the very few of my T’s inner circle that has stayed in touch. Anyway, back to the petanque party. Well, everyone had a blast with the locals teaching the newbies how to play their favourite game before the night drew in and energies turned to a right good boogie into the wee hours. Phil told me the other morning how relaxed I was, no longer the stressed out city girl that once was. No wonder, being around friends both old and new – there’s nothing more soothing for the soul. Even if, apparently and according to my dear friend, I still can’t stop talking. Or moving…

“There are friends, there is family, and then there are friends that become family.” ( Unknown)