Ramble: French Lessons

This morning, I woke up to find a piece of paper on our dining table that was weighed down by a dark chocolate Bounty bar. On the paper was a short, sweet and simple message:

Pour vous, W x

Not to be outdone, I decided to send him a brief text with what little French I know.

Bonjour, mon chéri. Ca va?

That’ll have him.

It didn’t.

Bonjour mon cour. Fatigué mais je vais bien merci.

I laughed and replied.

Right, well there is no way your French is that good!

Comment le sais-tu?

If you’re trying to impress me, French isn’t the way to go about it.

I was always a Latin lover.

I tossed my phone on the bed and organised the laundry to put away. As I worked, I was taken back to a moment on Monday.

“Sherry, for cooking” I said pointedly.

“I can see it’s sherry,” he chided “I’ve just never tried cream sherry before.”

I knew he had, but whatever. As long as he didn’t down the bottle, I was happy,

“Sweet and creamy, usually” I said, matter-of-factly.

His eyes conveyed exactly what he was thinking. Like you, then.

“Don’t say it!” I warned.

“Say what?!” he asked, holding up his hands in defence,

“You’re not allowed to call me ‘sherry’ ” I said, pointing a threatening finger,

“Why not? Sherry.. cheri.. it’s French” he offered with feigned innocence.

I glowered at him.

“Touché.. also in French”

He laughed.

Back in the moment, I glanced at my phone. A lilac light blinkered on the corner of my phone, another WhatsApp message.

It doesn’t matter what language I use, you know I can impress you with my tongue.

Housework is going to be a little more challenging this afternoon!

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