Je nuite, tu nuites, elle nuite …

August 30, 2009

One-nil! Aux chiottes, Arles-Avignon!

Just back from weekend away – away from home and also away from Piaf. Very relaxing and considerable novelty value to being allowed to choose when we woke up. Bought a couple of novels in Blackwells, refamiliarised myself with the town of my undergraduate follies, ate well, and treated to the spectacle of an absolute phallus saying to the hotel receptionist, “I don’t care how much it costs, I want to be able to park in front of the hotel overnight” – as if it was some sort of indecent proposal set-up instead of fixed-fee car-parking! To make it even better, there weren’t any spaces, and he had to park in town like the rest of us peasants! Superb.

But, of course, we missed Piaf and I wasfurther disheartened to find that, not surprisingly, her loving, attentive grandparents had deviously stuffed her full of English in my absence. She’s at a stage where she’s soaking up new words and concepts, so their efforts were doubly effective. For the first time in a while, I felt the faintest bit disheartened about the whole language experiment.

Still, onwards and upwards, avanti popoli, etc – and, on the plus side, we have her back again for bilingual kissing and cuddling purposes.

Can’t go wrong.

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