'The DSM' Editorial - Issue 91 A Visitation
September has been a month of visitors, some planned, some not. Our friends were over from the UK and we were sitting around the breakfast table, I was frying eggs, when out of the corner of my eye I saw something pop out from behind a cupboard, run along the skirting board and disappear behind the fridge, I shrieked like a small child, as my hand tightened around the spatula. Just as I had recovered my composure the intruder popped out again, heading towards the open back door, but at the last minute diverted into the cupboard where we keep all the dog food. After a thorough search of the cupboard, breakfast was resumed. Ten minutes later a loud munching started coming from the direction of the cupboard... That evening as our invited guests were readying for bed two frelons, several moths and those things that look like eyebrows had to be ejected from their room. My friend, who has Hyacinth Bucket tendencies, was in a state of shock. All part and parcel of living in rural France....