This morning, out came the cycle and trailer yet again for a trip to our local mairie. At last my daughters first French carte d’identité had arrived. So now we can finally make that trip to the UK next week, which was actually due to happen this week. Thumpah went back to work this week hoping that we’d receive Emma’s card in the meantime.
The lady in the mairie was really nice, which makes a change because usually they can be pretty grumpy in there. Which is funny really, as Mr le Maire and the Maire Adjoints are really lovely people. Maybe she was just having a good day – or perhaps seeing my son and daughter made her all cooey.
After leaving with the card, I then cycled around the village telling Rémy that we were a bus. When we came to a “bus stop” (usually a lampost or a traffic sign) I’d stop, then ask Rémy to say “ding ding” when we had to go. Was a bit tiring stopping and starting, but Rémy loved it. Then we had the long climb up rue du chateau for home (the chateau being the route terminus, and home being the “bus depot”).
Lunch for me and Rémy was gammon steak and scrambled egg (with cherry tomatoes for Rémy). He wasn’t keen on the scrambled egg. As usual I tried to feed Emma before we two ate which turned out to be a minor disaster. I filled her plastic bowl with courgette mush, put it on top of the microwave. Opened the door. SPLAT! Bowl fell down the front of the microwave onto the top of the fridge. So that was binned.
Then got some new mush, hachis parmentier this time (or as we know it, shepherds pie). Put it in the microwave… fireworks, then a couple of seconds later more fireworks. Hmmm… we only bought that microwave a couple of months ago (I think). By this time Emma was going totally bonkers, not because she was hungry. But because she was tired (you get to tell these things). So before I ended up going bonkers I put her to bed. She then slept about 3 hours.
Rémy went to bed for his sieste at 1.30pm as usual.
Emma woke Rémy up with her crying. So decided on the spur of the moment to take them on a shopping trip in the bike trailer.
The nearest supermarket is in La Verville, a suburb of Mennecy (locally called Levitte – after the contractors that built the housing estate there back in the 70’s), in a small shopping centre. It is roughly 2 miles away. As we don’t have any shops here in the village… well apart from one bio shop, this is the nearest store. There is a Carrefour Market a bit further away in Ballancourt.
We needed a few small things to tide us over to the end of the week, a few desserts, petit suisses, cartons of orange juice, pain au chocolat, M&M’s (OK the last one was an impulse purchase). I got Rémy to push the little basket on wheels around in the store – just as well as I was carrying Emma around.
The lady at the checkout said “Oh she has grown… not with her mamy today?” – So I was thinking… Do I know you? So asked her that… then to my embarrassment it turned out to be the lady who serves in the depot de pain just outside Rémy’s school! Well, I don’t go in there very often.
She was very good about it and I joked that school broke up a long time ago… well, not *that* long ago… Oh and we went away for a week… makes a difference to the old grey matter…
Once outside, I started loading the shopping into the little “boot” in the trailer. In the middle of the shopping centre there is a slide and a few bouncy things for kids to sit on. So as I put Emma in the trailer I told Rémy to go on ahead to the little playground and I’d catch him up.
Got to the playground… no Rémy… felt scared… so I went all around the shopping centre (it isn’t that big) calling… REMMMMY! REEEEE MMMYYY!… and getting some funny looks from people. For about 4 minutes I was thinking allsorts, that all parents probably think when one of their kids go missing.
As I passed the maison de la presse, behind the playground, I heard a little voice say “Daddy”. There was my son outside the shop entrance, with a girls magazine in his hands. After giving him first, a lecture about not taking things from a shop that you’ve not paid for quickly followed by another about wandering off into shops without telling me… we went inside. The magazine was for his cousin Amélie (he is always very thoughtful), then somehow I got conned into buying that and also a Bakugan magazine for him! My last 12€ gone… 🙂