My friend Emma Lee-Potter continues the story of her mission to restore a dilapidated French farmhouse. Will she eventually get to spend a whole night there - let alone tuck herself away to write the bestseller? It's slowly beginning to look more likely ...
Slowly, slowly, the ugly duckling is turning into a swan. Three years after I made the most impetuous decision of my life and bought a ramshackle farmhouse in the south of France without really meaning to, the place is starting to look like home. There’s no kitchen, no bathroom and we haven’t even slept a night there yet, but it feels like ours at last.
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