Twice lucky!

I have hit thé jackpot twice! Mothers Day came and sent some time back and I was touches and délighted by the wonderful flowers and goodies which came my way.

But if you are a Channel hopper like I am then lo and behold, thé bells ring again and suddenly it's la fête des mères. This time though, it is not my cherubs who mark the day but the village. There we all are, kissy kissy everyone, the odd enfant and mari is also present. A big central table with rows of champagne flutes, baskets of fresh strawberries and plates of langues de chat biscuits await us. But first, a monsieur from the commit e des fêtes welcomes us and recites a poem by the most famous local son, Victor Hugo. We all clap, sip, munch and enjoy ourselves. Then we are given an enormous potted plant.

Vive l'Entente Cordiale!

Ps. My iPad assumes that, because I am in France, I néed to have accents everywhere!