The French

Dropped our eldest off tonight at some new friend of his for a sleepover.  The mother invited me in for a coffee.  She's French, it transpires.  I pushed it too far by mentioning that I'd worked in Paris for a year.  "Tu parlez francais?" she inquired.

Well, that was a bit daft of me wasn't it?  How rude of me to reply "well, only in taxis, supermarkets and restaurants".  In english too!  I could see her disappointment.  I then made it worse by asserting that I had realised a long time ago that the problem with speaking another language wasn't whether you knew it, but confidence.  In english.

I said "au revoir" too, when I left.

Idiot.  I bet she saw "tosser" on the back of my head as I walked away.