OK you win x Three years after arriving in France , our home looking wonderful , I was idling the time away looking through a magazine brought over by some English visitors , The Lady , not my cup of tea really but I was bored . Right at the back was an ad from an American couple asking for a man and wife team to be caretaker/managers of the chateau they had just bought in the Loire Valley , so I wrote off to the Post Box address . Criteria were pretty simple , man to do odd jobs, very light duties and wife must speak French and able to do the books as they were about to embark on an upmarket B&B enterprise but could not stay in France themselves , just pay visits , accommodation provided alongside a handsome salary . I didnt even bother telling Paul , so I was amazed when I had a phone call to invite us meet the owners over for a visit , for an interview . Cut to the chase, we got the job , to start in a few months time so we sold our house and moved into the most fabulous cottage in the grounds of the chateau ( Chateau Bournand near Chinon ) .
Paul was tasked to paint the gorgeous kitchen which had the most enormous fireplace I have ever seen in my life and, it being winter , he lit the fire and stacked up the logs . I was in our cottage close by when I heard Charles, our gardener shouting Madame Kate , Madame Kate ! I ran out to see flames coming out of the kitchen chimney , dirty great big flames they were too , making a roaring noise and before I could stop him , Charles opened the kitchen door , no doubt thinking he was about to save his boss , there was a back draft , just horrendous but there was Paul with his bloody headphones on, listening to Meatloaf and oblivious of the chaos . Charles rang the Sappier Pompier ( firemen ) who arrived at the chateau gates like something off Trumpton , Hugh , Pugh Barney Mcgrew etc . They soon had the fire out without too much mess although the decorating had proved a useless waste of time , then had to travel along the rooms in the lofts and attics as some of the beams were a tad warm.. All the time I am imagining the phone call to New York , ` err , at least your insurance is covering the damage ` going down that sort of track in my head

But alls well that ends well , the firemen stayed for quite a few drinks , most of them were from the village , some went home and fetched their wives , we had a barbeque ( ironic really , fire again ) and made a night of it whilst they waited to see if the ancient beams were out of danger . Two weeks into the job eh ? Just one of my head full of stories of life with Paul , never ever boring xxx