A French Visit

Early they arrived, my relatives, unpacking of suitcases, kissing, jubilation and breakfast, during which all the latest family gossip was shared. Then they all went to the beach leaving the house in utter chaos. When returning we had prepared a buffet, they had brought their wine, the French are skeptical to wine not made in their country… god, how talked. I have a small house had to sleep in my study, got up at four working, but I liked the silence of people at slumber. About five there were stirrings, people going to the toilet and murmur of voices, I went back to bed or on my sofa. Woke up at ten, they had already breakfasted and ready to leave, kidded me for sleeping so late. Then an intense late talking, like everything had to be said and crammed into a few minutes, good byes lots of kisses and the old house settled back to its usual quietude.