I am back. It feels as if I never left. My house is a tip, and we have had five world wars in one day, there are four more weeks of school holidays. Gun, head, shoot. I now have to tackle the mountain of washing (actually I lie, its like one pile as I stayed with a friends parents, so we had a washing machine and 35 degree heat to sort us out for two weeks) and then sort my work diary for the next few months. This trip to France was a gorgeous one, made solely with the purpose of visiting a very old close friend and her little boy, who's friendship has lasted across sea and time. As her house couldn't fit all my five thousand, her parents Kindly allowed us to stay in their house. A typically beautiful French town house, four floors including a wine cellar, dating back to 1722. The kids of course loved it and spent lots of time ...