In my defence, I was the victim of a powerful force that sweeps through France once a year

Admittedly, it doesn't take much to get me over-excited these days.

Three cars going past my drive in an hour can do it. A new face in the village can lead to frenzied speculation for days. Most of the time, fortunately, my son does not bear witness to the batty old woman his mother has become.

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