We arrived back from our travels to find our perfectly flat wooden flooring in France had gone rogue: it now undulated like waves in a small harbour. After previous incidents that I would call ‘learning experiences’ but H talks about as national catastrophes on a par...
We (meaning the children and I) like to listen to SkyRock on French radio in the morning – it’s the audio equivalent of eating Frazzles: the latter for not being real bacon, the former not ‘proper’ radio, but both very enjoyable nonetheless. In the space of 20...
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