Wednesday, 7 October 2009
A Kiss is just a kiss....
We are going back to Blighty for a brief visit over the Toussaint break. Its not something we do very often our trips to England usually being for death bed scenes, or, if we didn't get there fast enough for those, funerals. It is a long time since our boys have trodden upon their native soil a fact that was brought home today on the school run by youngest.
"Mummy" he said, long pause " Do the English Bisous?"
Another long pause whilst mummy ponders an appropriate answer" Um no , not generally poppet"
Even longer pause as youngest contemplates life without bisous. After all here every day starts with a bisous, friends bisous, family bisous, teenagers slouching at the school gate bisous, life here is one big re-affirming kiss after another.
"Oh how sad " says a wobbly voice from the back seat " French people living in England they must be so lonely having no one to bisous them"
Another long pause "They are very bizarre aren't they..."
"The English Mummy"
Oh Môn Dieu my own little diminutive Froglet if only you knew!!!