Ionas' 12th birthday. Bowling, then home for chocolate cake, (she begs me not to make a butterfly, not even a dragon shaped cake... just simple brownies.... pleeeeeease).
At 6.00pm, mothers start arriving to pick up their daughters, some stay for coffee and leftover brownies.
At 7.00pm, Raphaels' mother (all afternoon Mark has been references
to turtles whenever someone mentions Raphaels' name... not quite sure
what her name has to do with turtles, but I digress) still hasn't
arrived. Raphael, is not concerned. 'Maman is always late', she says as
she is whisked away by Iona for another game of table football.
At 7.30pm, I receive a call, 'I am in Le Cormelet, which house is
yours?'. Always, a problem in France, in small villages and hamlets,
none of the houses are named or numbered. I walk into the road to meet
Raphaels' mother.
Here, my problems start.. I open my mouth and the most appalling
french escapes... I can hardly believe the utter rubbish I am
speaking!!... I MUST redeem myself, I invite her in for a coffee and
hope that Iona and Raphael haven't devoured the remaining brownies.
As we walk, she says, 'We can speak in English if you like.'
FAILURE Nicole.
'Non, non', I protest.
Before she has taken off her coat she tells me that her name is
Florence, she has 4 children, aged 15, 12, 9 and 3 and that her husband
left her just before the birth of her fourth child. She tells me that it
has taken her a long time to deal with the stigma of being a lone
parent.
This I can understand, it is still very rare for parents to seperate
or divorce in rural Brittany. Only two children in Ionas' class are
divorced or seperated and there are no children in Joes' primary school
with seperated parents.
I splutter on, verbs all over the place, using masculine when words
are clearly feminine... she is surprised when I say we have lived in
France for 11 years... well I would be too based on my pathetic French
this afternoon !!..
'Do you work?', I ask, desperate for her to talk so I don't have too.
'Yes, I studied for my phD in London and now I lecture at Vannes
university, European Economics. I also write for many journals, mainly
in English, have you heard of the Economist?.'
We should have spoken in English... I am defeated.
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