There are several major differences between life in the UK and in France.
The language, for one.
The food, for another (although to be quite honest what we eat as a family hardly changes. I bring Branston Pickle and other such necessities back every time I go home...)
The weather. We're already averaging 26 or 27° (Celsius- sorry, I don't do Fahrenheit) here in the afternoons, and that's pretty normal for this time of year.
These, you might think, are pretty big things.
What, then, is the difference I notice most?
LIZARDS. Yes, really. I believe there are some in the southernmost parts of the UK, but having never lived further south than Cumbria (non-Brits, that's a long way north by English terms) for any length of time, they're still something of a novelty to me.
Humphrey pretends to be shy |
This afternoon, I was working, like a good little translator-elf, when I heard a clattering noise on the other side of the room. The culprit? A lizard, which had somehow managed to fall through the open skylight. (It wasn't Humphrey, though. Humphrey would never do something as silly as play on the roof).
I got the lizard out, in the end, using a waste paper basket and a comic book (yes! They DO have a use after all!) - but it took a good ten minutes of chasing it round the office, in and out of the stacks of paper and shoes and plastic dragons Ze Husband leaves lying around, all while laughing manically to myself at the surrealness of the whole thing.
Now THAT wouldn't happen in Edinburgh.
EDIT: I'm pretty bad at the whole picture thing, but if you want a better view of the Beast, just click on the picture to zoom in!
It would happen but with mice :)
ReplyDeleteAye, you possibly have a point there... and it's happened at my parents' house, but with bats. Twice. They're a bit harder to catch...
ReplyDeleteJe compatis en connaissance de cause : ici, dans la Drôme, nous avons aussi des lézards verts (nom officiel, même si ça paraît bizarre), verts fluo avec des taches bleu turquoise... J'ai eu la chance d'en observer trois fois dans ma cuisine grâce à notre chat ; la dernière fois, la semaine dernière, le malheureux lézard s'est réfugié SOUS la cuisinière - très difficile à déloger... Ils deviennent assez gros en grandissant et ils mordent... et ils ressemblent plus à un iguane ou à un animal préhistorique qu'à un lézard.
ReplyDeleteMerci pour ce billet, en tous cas, j'adore ce blog. :)
Et mes amitiés à Humphrey. ;)
merci! je transmettrai bien les amitiés :-)
ReplyDeleteHeureusement on en a pas dans la cuisine pour l'instant, là, c'est que des fourmis qui s'y incrustent dès qu'on arrête de surveiller...