Found it today and can’t stop laughing, fruit salad that was meant to be part of breakfast…the audacity of the boy has no boundaries…guess what is for T tonight sunshine?
50/50
I have been meaning to post about moving back to UK for the last few weeks but finding  that  the lack of  words and time to describe my emotions have made this post a thing of *tomorrow*. “Tomorrow I will find the correct words that will seal my emotions and voice the  tributes  that I have been meaning to give: places, people  all the things that have made my experience here in La Rochelle a rich and unforgettable one.
When I moved here with my half British family (well  I am 100 % frog ,2 are 50/50 and  one hubby a 100% roastbeef )  I had no idea how I would react but most importantly how the rest of my family would adapt to MY country.
I will forever remember the first day of school for Ananas and Bein Ouai. Ananas  was asked her date of birth but  was unable to reply to her French teacher and burst into tears…how much I blamed myself  afterwards for not teaching her all these years!
Ben Ouai’s  teacher  shocked by his script writing…we did practice didn’t we?!
But the boy and girl worked hard. Now they are teaching me French grammar…
I am a very proud maman which takes the pain of leaving my country  for the second time to a bearable level. I am loving the fact that we can all understand each others culture fully. Before we came to France I was the isolated one who made the leap to join the intricate labyrinth of being a family in England. I questioned, disapproved, embraced,  but more often claimed every bits of French that I could in my kids while living in UK . I wanted them to understand me, my parents, my beautiful country, the lovely BDs, the saucisson, French cinema, fountain pens, no school on Wednesdays, poesies, bavette aloyau, tintin, titeuf, bad music, I wanted them to experience what it was like for me.
I feel so close to them right now that there is no sadness to be had going back to UK where our working life belongs, where our family and friends are waiting too…
thank god for 100 & thousands!
I am finally facing up with the fact that I am crap at making birthday cakes.
Hear me out – I have thrown myself with great dedication (usually allowing a whole set of 24 hours prior to the event with total lack of planning) and determination – my ambitions know little boundaries…
Came my daughter 1st year: one that deserved a cake to surpass ALL THE CAKES!!! with so much at stakes…I was going to give it all – une pièce montée was what she deserved..so a pièce montée I set myself as a goal…
One tier was delivered wonky as hell, I had run out of choux pastry… I blamed the English custard of course…
Years passed, my ambitions grew bigger and my skills got challenged to the limit…they brought a set of perky boobies, Barbie cake, Cinderella castle cake, garage cake, Spider Man cake, Tintin Rocket, make-up bag cake, rabbit in a hat cake, mouse in a bed cake (no I am not making this up…) all furthest from the original than you could begin to imagine…
This week when attempting to make a Super Mario cake which turned slowly into a Wimbledon cake ( cause I only had green food dye left) I suddenly realised that I did not need to suffer and worse make anyone else suffer for the sake of my unrealistic abilities to make birthday cakes. I shall not put my children and loved ones to shame anymore and will simply enjoy the trip in town, the hardest part will be to choosing which cake to pick from the professionals…
All I can say is thank god for 100 & thousands…
