{"id":131,"date":"2009-07-25T17:14:56","date_gmt":"2009-07-25T16:14:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/poorlittlerichgays.com\/?p=131"},"modified":"2009-07-26T18:04:02","modified_gmt":"2009-07-26T17:04:02","slug":"heterosexual-interlude-in-normandy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/poorlittlerichgays.com\/?p=131","title":{"rendered":"Heterosexual Interlude in&nbsp;Normandy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Thursday 23<sup>rd<\/sup> July<\/p>\n<p>I am in France at what my old friend, Laura Malcolm, the novelist and commentator on French life, calls her \u2018Norman fastness\u2019. It is a full heterosexual experience. I met Laura 30 years ago when we were both having a phase, now behind us, of working in offices. These days, she spends six weeks every summer in her French home.\u00a0 I\u00a0visit in July. \u00a0I drove out yesterday bringing with me in my small but chic gay car only intended for one or two, Esme Manning, formerly of stage and screen and soon to return, her son, Hopkin, Charis Cameron, former journalist, soon to return, and her daughter, Marina. Such a crowd meant I had to sacrifice my large suitcase and attempt to cram everything into a hold-all. Well, I tried. I put my pants (did I tell you about buying the wrong size Calvin Kleins in the sales?\u00a0 Now I am lumbered with these voluminous Bridget Jones bloomers) and socks in and it was full. What to do? I ended up with two valises and poor Esme, sitting in the front seat, was up to her neck in luggage that wouldn\u2019t fit in the boot for the entire journey of six hours. \u00a0She did not complain.<\/p>\n<p>Bowling through France, Esme produced baps. She had been up all night buttering. Soon the car acquired that smell of butter and bananas that means children and mummies and perhaps daddies if they haven\u2019t fucked off elsewhere.<\/p>\n<p>At the Fastness, there were dear Laura, her hot husband, Matt Driver (who single-handedly is responsible for the way deodorant is advertised to adolescent boys) and their whippy bendy daughter with nerves of steel, Ivy &#8211; in their country clothes. Laura\u2019s London home has recently been renovated from top to bottom (barely a trace of the original remains) by our mutual friend, Bruce McBain, the architect. Two summers ago in Normandy she was in the thick of the London refurb, downloading plans on an ancient dial-up Internet connection, getting out her ruler to check the dimensions of the vast granite-topped ellipse which was to be the central feature of her new kitchen. Just when we thought the position and size of the ellipse had finally been settled (458 mm out from the wall units, 256mm wide and so on) that old dial-up would be pinging and hissing away and Laura would be e-mailing Bruce McBain demanding a complete re-think.<\/p>\n<p>For all this, Laura is a passionate non-freshener. That is to say, she does not do any cleaning nor indeed any household work except for cooking at which she is superb. It is said she was once a year in a rented house without finding out how to switch on the vac.<\/p>\n<p>So, on arrival in Normandy there were always one or two things to attend to. This year, the rideaux (or curtains) in my bedroom are a heap on the floor and the bog brush has mysteriously evap (its handle remains). However Matt Driver has developed a sudden wen for cleaning and is actually hoovering the ceiling when we arrive . I should explain. The house has wooden beams that get covered in cobwebs. But it absolutely is not a nooky, wooky, cotty, beamy twee horror home. And it has never been so fresh, as a result of Matt\u2019s efforts, so I won\u2019t be vac-ing through this year.<\/p>\n<p>I find that I can rig up the rideaux by balancing the pole on the screw-head which is all that remains of the thing that should hold them up. The bog brush will have to wait.<\/p>\n<p>With my products laid out and my frockage also \u2013 I\u2019ve rather tended to avoid the chest of drawers since we found that it had turned into a maternity ward for field mice a few years ago\u2013 \u00a0I really am very comfortable. It\u2019s time to trip downstairs to begin family life.<\/p>\n<div id=\"attachment_133\" style=\"width: 235px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-133\" class=\"size-medium wp-image-133\" title=\"192\" src=\"http:\/\/poorlittlerichgays.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/192-225x300.jpg\" alt=\"Laura Malcolm's outstanding Nicoise\" width=\"225\" height=\"300\" srcset=\"https:\/\/poorlittlerichgays.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/192-225x300.jpg 225w, https:\/\/poorlittlerichgays.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/192-768x1024.jpg 768w, https:\/\/poorlittlerichgays.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/192.JPG 1200w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 225px) 100vw, 225px\" \/><p id=\"caption-attachment-133\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Laura Malcolm&#39;s outstanding Nicoise<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Thursday 23rd July I am in France at what my old friend, Laura Malcolm, the novelist and commentator on French life, calls her \u2018Norman fastness\u2019. It is a full heterosexual experience. I met Laura 30 years ago when we were both having a phase, now behind us, of working in offices. 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