Madame Bucket

Madame Bucket

March was a tale of two halves, lots of organising for moi, Lady of le Manoir, just as she likes it! The Annual General meeting came just in time to ensure we had various charitable events in place to support Ukraine, but of course, not without a little ego pushing and shoving. It’s been frantic and chaotic but we are now awaiting our first four refugee families.

There were a few tussles about the state of the houses offered by the commune! I personally don’t believe a pile of old mouldy bricks with a sink for a kitchen

and a good dollop of wood-wormy tatty furniture, fit only for burning, is a suitable home for a traumatised family! Sadly, I found out a little too late that the houses belonged to my now-no-longer friend, the Notaire! Oops!

Of course some of the jumble/rags that arrived at the village hall for sorting, were rather smelly. I could practically pick out M. Gerr’s cigar smoke and M. Henri’s penchant for whisky and women on their donated clothes! I believe much of the bedding and woollen clothing is now at the tip! Oh my, the smell certainly lingered for a while. Once home, I had to disinfect and spray my best pur parfum up my nose! Never fear, I’ve now organised a checking system and got the ladies and their ladies ‘that do’, sorting, washing and ironing the better blankets and jumpers.

We can pull together well to support the war effort much better than we can for a game of Bridge actually!Goffery wasn’t at all pleased that the Mairie took over his charitable fund-raising duties quite swiftly, but as an ex-accountant with a flair for cooking the books, it made sense to me! To appease him, I offered him the much-maligned task of organising the Easter egg hunt for the village! It’s not an easy task by any means and

there’s definitely diplomacy needed, as the adult competition always ends up with tears and tantrums before bedtime! Who knew chocolate egg hunting could be such a sport? I’m sure he will be just fine and deal superbly with Madame Vanguard, her brandy breath and bouncing boobs! Her friend Margot, who I believe is

wrapped round a tree! Poor thing! I doubt she felt much having quaffed several bottles of quaffable plonk

old-French blue-blood, owns the Chocolate Atelier which coins it in at this time of year and so the competition starts at her till! Bigger, better, fancier and more expensive! You couldn’t make it up!

Last year, the injuries were horrific! Jess the Au Pair ended up with a broken nose and she wasn’t even taking part! Maureen the American ended up with her leg broken in three places because she decided to cheat and use an electric scooter completely shit faced and therefore ended up very awkwardly

at the Chateau Easter lunch! The children of course behave beautifully, cleverly ignoring their disfigured, chocolate-smeared, champagne-drenched parents, dancing naked in the village fountain! I could tell you some tales about the Easter bonnet parade but I will save that for another day!

Mme B

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