Enfin! We are at last a real proper French household. Pop round to us for a mid morning break these days (as Henri often does) and you’ll get coffee (freshly brewed in a cafetière of course. Small cups. No milk offered) and the sugar on the side will no longer be in a dinky English sugar bowl or – even worse – bag.
Certainly not. We have invested, as any French householder should, in a pretty box specially designed to hold the rectangular cardboard boxes of sugar lumps on sale in any old grocer’s or supermarket. C’est normale.
From Pyrenees to Pennines 
enticing indeed who could resist such an offer, I’d start charging if I were you……..
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I want that tin. Where’s it from?
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Shhhhh. I’ll tell you tomorrow
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What a good idea! I could never keep it up though.
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So it takes a sugar lump tin to be French? Well, coming from Africa, I thought that trains running on the same day was a luxury. So the first time I complained about a train running late, I realised I was turning into a Brit!!!
Although your benchmark is obviously tres chic!
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Well, if you’re off to SA at any moment, you’ll get to check whether you are now becoming more – or less – British. Have a great time
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