Well, here we are staying with my sister and her husband in France. In an idyllic little village south of Paris, we have the weather on our side so all is well with the world!
Harry the Hymer, is on holiday too, he is parked up on the neighbour’s drive, such incredibly kind people who have said it is no worry to leave him there during our stay.
Today my blog has absolutely nothing to do with travelling or motorhoming, I’m going to blog about my sisters. They are truly my best friends, I can really tell them anything, in the knowledge that any personal details are safe and won’t be divulged to a third party. We have such fun together, when we are all three in the same vicinity, there is guaranteed laughter, happiness and general silliness!
The sister who lives in France is a couple of years older than me, I’m the youngest of four. We returned from Brittany to find her garden overgrown and in dire need of love and attention. “I’ll give you a hand” I offered, she proceeded to get the lawn mower out of the shed at the bottom of the garden, “Is she kidding me?” Out came a mower from the middle ages. What no motor? No this mower is powered by arms and pulls like billyo on the stomach muscles! I tried, I promise, I tried but as there had been some rain recently I found it almost impossible to push. My sister who is obviously used to it and quite obviously stronger than me whizzed around the garden and in no time it was looking perfect once again. I resorted to getting out the camera and taking photos of her beautiful garden.
Now then my sister, what can I say, she is probably one of the kindest and most generous people I’ve ever come across. She has a wicked sense of humour, she is an incredible mother, wife and friend. She is artistic, her house and garden are inspirational. She works full time and is constantly on her feet ‘doing’ something, washing, cleaning, gardening, painting etc. etc. in fact she makes me look positively lazy!! Now of course I’m going to have to balance out all this gushing with some negatives and it isn’t easy to find any, however, being the little sister I’m in the perfect position to point out her faults. She has a tendency to repeat things, (is that a fault or is that simply our age?) and she has a complete and utter inability to whisper!!
Last night we received some fabulous news, our eldest sister is coming over to join us for a week!! Please don’t think for a moment that she is going to keep an eye on us and keep us in line, she’s as bad as we are!
Now then this sister too, is huge fun, she is also a most competent mother and wife and now grandmother! She is a brilliant cook, a fantastic hostess, she is incredibly organised and gives a warm and genuine welcome when staying with her. Her biggest asset is that she is a truly good listener which has been so important to us as younger sisters. There have been so many occasions when we needed someone to talk to and Big Sis is just that, a brilliant Big Sis. Now then her faults??? probably the biggest fault is that she lives in the UK and we too are over here, but at least we’ll get to see her next week. I can see us now, sat in the garden around the table, having a great catch up…our poor husbands are used to us thank goodness.
When all three of us are together we are quite a force to be reckoned with, we laugh, we giggle and we are happy, we are all natural smilers and I like to think that we bring a little bit of happiness wherever we go. (Although it has to be said that certain, permanently miserable people could take an instant dislike to us!!) Do we care? Nah!!! We are all very similar in appearance despite the difference in age and are often mistaken for triplets! Which of course is a massive compliment for the eldest sister – not so much for me!!!
Here is another slideshow of photos of my sister’s garden, isn’t it wonderful?
I appreciate how lucky I am to have not one but two fantastic sisters, and I’m so grateful to have such a brilliant relationship with both of them, I don’t know what I’d do without them.