Carrying on the lust theme, I heard an interesting definition of sex as we drove home from our weekend in Uzes on Sunday. Bea (pictured left) was busy telling Olivia that she had had sex with her best friend Manon. As you can imagine, I stopped map-reading pretty rapidly to listen.
“Oh yes,” she said casually. “Manon and I have had sex.”
“No you haven’t,” said her older and wiser sister. “Sex is to get all naked and to kiss on the lips for like an hour.”
The conversation then turned to what we had most liked about Uzes. Olivia liked the “magic scarf” we bought her, Leo liked the truffle-hunting pig, I liked the lunch we had on Saturday in the main square, Rupert liked the wine we had with lunch on Saturday in the main square. And Bea?
“Can I say you what I liked?” she asked (they still haven’t got the difference between say and tell). “I didn’t like anything.” Then she spent the rest of the journey asleep, only waking up when we turned up our drive to sing a song about the joys of being home.
Maybe next time we’ll leave her with Manon, or on second thoughts, maybe not!
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2007