She really is the “guest” from hell. This is the only time I’ve hidden from somebody in my own home, normally a two minute chat on how the day has been is enough, no not with this one, 35 minutes later and she pauses for breath long enough for me to say I have to get ……. (what I’m trying to say is I have to get on with preparing for dinner if you would excuse me)
I’m currently hiding up in my study which is above the hallway in a little turret with panoramic views of the grounds, it’s very handy and strategically placed so I can see down the drive of all the incomings and outgoings.
Our single american lady has insisted on using English, well a sort of English, all the time to everyone, not so much as a bonjour to our French “guests”, it really pisses me off that people come to France and can’t even manage a bonjour at least.

a few of the comments made by her over the last couple of days

“Who can I call to get food delivered to my room for the night you don’t do dinner”

“Could you ask your man to fetch my car round”

“Do you accept dollars?”
(I guess at least she asked and not just assumed we would accept them)

“why are all the shops closed at lunchtime ?”

“If I phone home now will my sister be in ?” (???????)

I can see why she’s traveling on her own.
The words of that great philosopher of our time Mr David Bowie spring to mind
“This is not America “