Half way through our second full day in Stockholm, Rory wrestled my trusty notebook out of my hands and wrote the following: “Awkward and slightly embarrassing moments Mum unable to say ‘hop on, hop...
Man and Boy
The end of an era? The little boy on the left starting his reception class with a big smile and a neat uniform. The young man on the right, at the end of Year...
Son’s gone to the south of France
Rory has been home from his French exchange trip for a couple of weeks now and it dawned on me that I hadn’t told you all how he’d got on. Time to put that...
Sur le pont d’Avignon
The second leg of the French exchange trip began this morning with an early alarm call at 5.15am. As we went to bed last night Rory said he wouldn’t need a call in the...
A conversation I wish I’d never started – No.4
Another in the series of embarrassing mother/teenage son conversations. (For reference, may I suggest conversation one, two and three) Me: There’s a song I can’t get out of my head. Son: Oh God, here we...
Au Revoir, Jean-Pierre
Jean-Pierre, our French exchange student, left on Wednesday morning after spending a week with us and, I have to say, I miss him a little. It doesn’t seem that long ago that we were waiting at...
La Plume de Ma Tante est dans le Tupperware Box
Rodin’s ‘The Thinker’ wondering what he should have in his packed lunch Not since Harold stood with both eyes looking out over the English Channel in October 1066 has a French invasion been so...
The French are Coming!
This weekend was mostly spent trying to sort out the spare room in preparation for a French invasion. Rory’s school are participating in a student exchange and, despite me thinking he wouldn’t be keen, our son...