Oh that Jean-Claude. He’s a regular Indiana Jones all right. If you’re been around here a while, you’ll know all about my eclectic French neighbour and if you’re new to these parts this will serve as a brilliant introduction. JC is currently at his other house in Morocco. Apparently he brought a little something along for the trip.

“Read this book or I will kill you with this sword!” Moroccan Man looks just thrilled, doesn’t he? But JC must have been convincing enough …

Of course as soon as JC left I got tossed in the pile. You can’t say I’m not exotic in this company …

Oh yeah, I’m huge in North Africa. Look at the crowd, spellbound I tell you! They simply can’t get enough of my arse adventure.

Okay, so they actually might be gathering to see if the snake bites JC’s head off as he attempts to read in the market square. But you have to give him credit. There’s no way, no how I’d be within a mile of that reptile. This is as close as I’m prepared to be …

I mean god knows I’m charming, certainly enough to get men like Neil and JC to do all kinds of wacky things for me, but I know my limit. I’ll let the book charm the snake for me. Merci Jean-Claude.