Mr Nylon wasn't too sure of how welcome he would be at the Petite Maison so he thought he'd bring their mail to the front door.
Upon finding the door unlocked he went in and found himself in the most beautiful entrance hall. He noticed the quality of the craftsmanship of the perfectly handpainted floor tiles immediately.
He was feeling rather hungry after his long journey and not knowing much about what goes on in a kitchen he suddenly realised he should have perhaps brought the wife with him.
However, upon entering the kitchen he was more than pleasantly surprised to find a feast all laid out on the table waiting for him.
He admired the exquisite Spode dinnerset in the dresser in the stunning kitchen...'perhaps it's just as well I didn't bring Silky with me after all...she would have had great kitchen envy after seeing this room' he thought.
He then took a cup of tea to the 'salon', the grandest room he has ever seen!
Every carefully placed object seems to have been chosen by someone with the most exquisite taste.
Feeling a little tired he took his copy of 'Le Monde' and retired to the bedroom.
'Ooh, la, la! I really should have brought the wife', he thought as he sank into the luxurious brass and iron bed - Mrs Nylon has long wanted a bed just like that.
Mr Nylon found a perfect dressing room next to the master bedroom with a floor rug that looked vaguely familiar to him. 'Hmmm, if I got rid of a couple of kids I could have a room like this in my own house', he thought.
Upon exploring further into the upper reaches of the house he found the cosiest little attic room where he was offered a glass of the finest port.
'Ahhhh, yes', he thought, 'this is the life, those French people really know how to live! Even the attic oozes charm and style!'
It was with a heavy heart that Mr Nylon left the Petite Maison.
He truly appreciated being made so welcome, it was a holiday he will never forget and he promises he will take his wife next time!
Back home again with his wonderful memories Mr Nylon regales his children with tales of his adventures in the Petite Maison.
Mrs Nylon just can't seem to find the time to sit down and listen to him.
'Hmmm, that rug on the floor looks vaguely familiar'...
A HUGE THANK YOU to dear Linda, I think we both had just as much fun as Mr Nylon did at the