Rumors of my death...
I take a vacation out the country and suddenly no one remembers who I am.
France, for those of you who care, was something. Monty's convinced she's cured me of dislike for all things French --'cept for her-- and that shows what she knows. Me, I'm happy to be back in jolly England, being a loyal subject of the Queen, me. Plus the pubs here are better.
Monty's family's a piece of work though. Not her mum, of course. Her mum's like her, unbelievably nice. Taught me to say Je suis une grenouille belle, whatever that means. Her dad and brother, they're something else. Let's just say it's difficult to have a shouting match with a language barrier.
Like the hair, mates? 's Monty's father's fault. Said he can't have his daughter going 'round with a bloke what looks like a criminal. Trying to get used to the idea of a comb again, me.
( Nott )





