Thursday 26 June 2014

Long time since I have had a night like that!

The grange looked great 50 chairs all with cushions waiting for our guests for folk'n'jazz.
Everyone arrived and I was delighted to see  5 French ladies from the village and 4 young French people. Nowhere near a full house when the storm hit, we all stayed dry... except our feet. The courtyard filled up as the storm raged and "il pleuvait en cordes" running like a river everywhere.
In the end we decided to decamp into the house and continued the evening of song in the salon.
 The nightmare continued for us when our French neighbour Norbert appeared at the salon window to say "les anes sont sortis"
My heart sank,  as I ran out into the wet fields to catch naughty donkeys. The fact the two escaped ones came straight away made it easier, but we then had to " cloture/ fence" a small area to keep them in. Tomorrow we will have to see where they escaped from.
Pointless me discussing the evening's entertainment, by the time the donkeys were sorted all the guests had left.
I even forgot to mention the dogs had to be put in the car to stop them barking, and cats who wanted to be in the house " just too wet outside" dashed around everywhere.
Come on Sue Carter give your song report, it has to be better!
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