Me: What shall we have for dinner?
Him: Ouvrez la fenetre! (Open the window.)
Me: How was your day?
Him: Tournez a gauche. (Turn left.)
Me: Is our car insurance coming up for renewal?
Him: Voulez vous...etc (Would you like to...etc)
Strangely I haven't yet found it annoying. This is probably why:
We have booked a holiday in a sweet little cottage in France.Although the owner has lived up to the stereotype and been particularly blunt and uncommunicative when we’ve asked about local shops, parking etc so am really hoping the cottage really does exist and is not a cobbled together scam. If it is you’ll no doubt see me back on here tonight ranting about it.
There will be cheese.Lots of cheese. Fellow tweeter and cheeseholic @Grannyteeth has confirmed this by sending me this photo of the Camembert aisle. Yes, that would be an entire aisle dedicated to one type/genre/species? of cheese. Not a plasticky dairy item in sight. Cheese nirvana.
There is a hammock.I intend to while away many an hour swinging blissfully under the trees reading a book and sipping crisp French wine. Or Champagne. Of course, this particular plan has conveniently erased the fact that I have an almost one-year-old. So in reality we’ll probably have to revise that to ‘I intend to while away many a five-minute interval swinging blissfully…etc.’
We will be in close proximity to the Belgian border.So if we tire of the French wine and mountains of cheese we have the option of crossing the border and heading to a Trappist brewery for world-renowned beers, and moules and frites.
Yes, I know. I am going to stop being all smarmy and go sniff out the escargot. A plus tard!