Monday 12 August 2013

More french differences

On Sunday a man we knew from our last house stopped by as he was passing.

Usual chat about how we'd bought this house. Oh this was the house of my best friend at secondary school. I would pass every day on my way to school.

Some discussion of what we were doing and would he like to see. It must have changed since you last saw inside.

Oh I've only been inside once I think and I don't remember it . . . . . .

I can't imagine my children having a best friend that had never been in the house.

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