Chez nous

Well, we're back home once again. The wind is gusting and the rain falling as I look through the window. Have we really been away, I ask myself. Out of the fortnight of our holiday, most of it in the south west of France, mark you, we had five proper sunny, hot days. Global warming, obviously! French weather is becoming more like British weather and British weather? Who knows where that's going. It makes you wonder if the French will ever become so preoccupied by the weather that it makes an appearance in most of their conversations as it does here.
Bonjour, Jean.
Ah, bonjour, Michel
Ca va?
Oui, mais je n'aime pas ces nuages noirs dans le ciel la-bas.
(Both shake their heads as they ponder the potential significance of said clouds.)
Il va pleuvoir, ca c'est sur.
(With apologies for lack of appropriate accents)
Ah well, I'm off to Chester for a 'ladies who lunch' session.


4 comments:

Flighty said...

We talk about the weather so much because we're a nation of gardeners!
Enjoy your lunch. xx

Jay said...

But did you enjoy your holiday despite the non-appearance of hot sunny days? I bet you did!

Have a nice lunch!

Yorkshire Pudding said...

Showing off your French again? Mon Dieu! Welcome back to Blighty!

Jennytc said...

Maybe you're right, Flighty.
Jay, the holiday was brilliant, in spite of the weather.
Thanks, YP. You really missed me then? ;)

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