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.