The Chateau Diaries #302 Stay home and renovate the damn chito

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Who was the idiot who thought it would be a good idea to have an intimate guest dinner in the Marquis Suite. The dinner table is squeezed in the corner with insufficient room to swing Ratso, let alone shift a dining chair. The recommended guideline is allowing 36 inches or more between the edge of your table and the wall or other furniture. This leaves room for someone to walk behind the chairs while others are seated. Imagine being shoe-horned into that table.

When they eat dinner in the Jungle Room, it is served cold, especially because FRK doesn't know when to shut up.
Imagine carrying 6 plates of food across the courtyard and up the stairs to the Marquis Suite. I assume FRK used that rickety bar cart to wheel the plated food across the stone driveway. Then Snorty would have to leave the table, run down the stairs, help carry the plates upstairs, and become the waiter to serve the dinner.

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Same - me and my sister thought we'd go peroxide blonde with supermarket hair dye - came out Ronald Mcdonald orange. I sent sister to get a dark brown that was then plopped on top - hair went a sort of greeny colour.
I went bright orange once thru a similar set of home dye treatments. Went to the hairdresser who toned it down with bleach, but still orange. I just lived with it (I was in my 20s so didn't give a F*ck what anyone thought).
One day at work I overheard a client asking if that nice girl with the orange hair could help them, so it wasn't all bad.
 
I call Bull crap... if Snorts could not go because he had to light a fire??? Why was he lighting the fire when she came back??? What did he do the whole time she was gone???? Afternoon delight??? And for f sake, Fanny had no money on her, yet had to have a tray she didnt even like, wants to alter it, and for 30 euros. True shopping addiction...
 
So Snorts could not go to town? Because he had to light a fire??? Do those two not talk to each other?? Did he not know she was going to town? You would think they might have planned better... Seems like Fanny is doing a lot on her own lately...
Snorts didn't go because he doesn't speak or understand French and he knew everyone would be speaking French. What was he going to do, follow Fanny around like a child? He is incapable of acting like an adult and mingling with the locals and he knows it! Those disgusting faces they made at each other when Fanny left the child behind - are you kidding me? What 50 year old adult acts like that. And OMG was she annoying at the cafe opening. People were just looking at her like WTF is this woman doing?

The junk shop was horrid! Those filthy prints, that dilapidated baby carriage, a student desk? Big deal! But she loved absolutely everything.
 
I call Bull crap... if Snorts could not go because he had to light a fire??? Why was he lighting the fire when she came back??? What did he do the whole time she was gone???? Afternoon delight??? And for f sake, Fanny had no money on her, yet had to have a tray she didnt even like, wants to alter it, and for 30 euros. True shopping addiction...
A little Bow Chika Wow Wow with Marie, perhaps?

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Who was the idiot who thought it would be a good idea to have an intimate guest dinner in the Marquis Suite. The dinner table is squeezed in the corner with insufficient room to swing Ratso, let alone shift a dining chair. The recommended guideline is allowing 36 inches or more between the edge of your table and the wall or other furniture. This leaves room for someone to walk behind the chairs while others are seated. Imagine being shoe-horned into that table.

The marquis' suite is obviously vacant. This must be Snort's bright marketing idea to drive up reservations. You, too, can feast in a crammed corner of the overstuffed jungle room. It comes with its own curated set of china! 🤣🤣🤣

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If it has its own china, does the suite have a kitchenette? Is there a dishwasher? I also noticed the new covering on the restored billiards table -- the gaming table that no one is allowed to use!

I actually felt slightly sorry for the guests. Trapped in there for an intimate dinner sampling FRK's culinary experiments and forced to listen to Fanny and Snorts talk about themselves; only to remove afterwards to the sofa a few feet away for more droll monologues from those wannabes, some gifted figs, and playtime with their dog in dim candlelight.
 
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I once went for blonde… my hair was literally yellow. My friends husband gave me the nickname, Big Bird. ( I’m tall ). Needless to say, I went back and it was fixed.
Blonde is hard to do out of the bottle and get it right. I work closely with my stylist to get the right shade of ash blonde with just a hint of gold. She explained the whole process to me and I was very impressed
 
So Snorts could not go to town? Because he had to light a fire??? Do those two not talk to each other?? Did he not know she was going to town? You would think they might have planned better... Seems like Fanny is doing a lot on her own lately...
..and he didn't light it till she got back.. what was he doing all day? Such lying... Marie probably would have enjoyed a little jaunt out..
 
Who was the idiot who thought it would be a good idea to have an intimate guest dinner in the Marquis Suite. The dinner table is squeezed in the corner with insufficient room to swing Ratso, let alone shift a dining chair. The recommended guideline is allowing 36 inches or more between the edge of your table and the wall or other furniture. This leaves room for someone to walk behind the chairs while others are seated. Imagine being shoe-horned into that table.

When they eat dinner in the Jungle Room, it is served cold, especially because FRK doesn't know when to shut up.
Imagine carrying 6 plates of food across the courtyard and up the stairs to the Marquis Suite. I assume FRK used that rickety bar cart to wheel the plated food across the stone driveway. Then Snorty would have to leave the table, run down the stairs, help carry the plates upstairs, and become the waiter to serve the dinner.

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That was officially the weirdest guest dinner ever. First, the location- why? Dark, crowded and stuffy. Second, that is a mighty strange array of foods and flavors in one meal. Third, I have to laugh, really, at the guy in his white t shirt across the table from Princess Fanny in her NEW one thousand dollar Dolce and Gabbana dress. And, as much as Marie does go on blathering about picking radishes from the gaahden, she seemed a little more relaxed and capable somehow tonight instead of sweaty and flustered. So props for that, and of course, as mentioned by Lady Avonlea, for shlepping all that food halfway across the shitoo and up all those stairs and back again.
 
I call Bull crap... if Snorts could not go because he had to light a fire??? Why was he lighting the fire when she came back??? What did he do the whole time she was gone???? Afternoon delight??? And for f sake, Fanny had no money on her, yet had to have a tray she didnt even like, wants to alter it, and for 30 euros. True shopping addiction...
Beat me to it again!!
 
The marquis' suite is obviously vacant. This must be Snort's bright marketing idea to drive up reservations. You, too, can feast in a crammed corner of the overstuffed jungle room. It comes with its own curated set of china! 🤣🤣🤣

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If it has its own china, does the suite have a kitchenette? Is there a dishwasher? I also noticed the new covering on the restored billiards table -- the gaming table that no one is allowed to use!

I actually felt slightly sorry for the guests. Trapped in there for an intimate dinner sampling FRK's culinary experiments and forced to listen to Fanny and Snorts talk about themselves; only to remove afterwards to the sofa a few feet away for more droll monologues from those wannabes, some gifted figs, and playtime with their dog in dim candlelight.
Why not uncover the billiard table for some after-dinner entertainment? What are they saving it for? The old, ratty, dusty, discoloured bedspread looks awful.
 
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