Franglais chez Ikea
Wednesday 23 November 2011, 2.54pm HKT
“My other son, he’s going to this [school in Hong Kong] and it’s really expensive. But they have all these Indian teachers teach English. Now, my other son, not the oldest one and not the young one yet, he speaks English with an Indian accent and it’s so funny.”
(French ex-avocat/lawyer with her 5-year-old son, both with
great blonde hair, at the Ikea bistro, 11.30am today)
Aside: While we adults were chatting, her son sat on the floor, making himself supremely comfortable resting his back on my leg and arm wrapped around my knee, sipping his gigantic orange soda. Yours truly stood stock-still for fear of stepping on the kid’s fingers. Diners and bistro staff giggled at the sight of us three.
Trivia: Her son wonked out the elasticated queue barriers near the cashier’s while his mum and I were chatting. Boy, did the mum looked embarrassed. Sharp tug at the webbing and thing was right again.
Rider: To that bistro staff personage, stop giving the mum and kid the stink-eye. Five year olds do that sort of thing. And the boy DID apologise (albeit in French). C’mon! Will a local 5 year old apologise? There’s your answer.
Trivia: The avocat had fantastic air-force blue eyes and great-looking cleavage even after having had three kids. Ladies, eat French and stay good-lookin’. Told you so.
Lifehack: The enchanting avocat relocated to Hong Kong recently, and got in touch with the local French cultural mission to ease her family into life here. That’s the way to do it. Have your own kind (French-speaking or anything else) show you the ropes when in a strange, foreign land. That way, you have others knowing who you are, what you are, how you be. It’s safer to start off like that till you can go it alone. Learn to have ‘family’ when making home away from home.
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