Last night I was really busy
We were at an antique fair but didn't know any of the Dealers except one from the BBC. It was in a HUGE house/chataux [too much le Tour] and some dealers were packing up their wares even though it was open for an hour yet. I was wandering in the various rooms which were nicely decorated. Outside. Back in. Sun was shining.
I met the owners somehow during the meander as well as a chipmunk
and a JR - when the JR chased the chippie it turned onto it's back with feet in the air, playing 'dead'
. There was also an old wrecked car in the woods which went back to the 1920s apparently his grand-father had crashed it into a tree ...... and died as a result. It wasn't in the area open to the public but the owner took me to see it and I identified the type of car
........ in the mean time, Himself was looking for me and I couldn't remember where we had parked the car
nor remember how to switch on my mobile
. The JR kept running in and out of the mansion and bite the end of my finger at one point
- then the alarm went off leaving me fuzzy headed, wanting to complete the dream.
PHEW!