Ho Ho Ho Green Giant

I hate sweet corn. It is therefore somewhat ironic that the only TV advertisement jingle I remember from my childhood is that for sweet corn. I remember growing up in the UK singing along whenever a rather large green man appeared on the box. Today it would be more fitting, although admittedly less catchy, if that theme tune went something like “Ho Ho Ho Oversized Red White and Blue Child”. That is because my 22 month old son Maxime, (who only possesses a French passport for the minute – visit to the Irish embassy in Paris planned for November), went to the pediatrician today. We were told that Maxime is the same size as a child who is 3 ½ years old. Given the way that he loves to rugby tackle visitors to the house we always suspected something may be up. I suppose being ridiculously large and super strong for your age is better than a disease which makes you think that you’re a guard dog. The pediatrician did however warn us that we must be careful that people don’t think he is much older than what he actually is i.e. when he starts school in 12 months time people must not assume he’s a bit dim for an 18 year old. We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

The other good news on the children front, (jees when you’ve got 3 kids there’s always something to blog about), is that Gaston and Capucine are coming along nicely. They seem to have developed a certain ability to eat copious amounts and grow very quickly (spot a theme yet? I’m going to need a pay rise and employ someone at home who can make clown shoes). Together they are now over 4 kgs and apparently the news from the hospital is that they could even be back home in a couple of weeks. I suspect I might need to start building a nursery and putting up some shelves soon which as you all know I detest with a passion, almost as much as sweet corn.

The other recent news is that the new relationship I have entered into seems to be blossoming…. Last Saturday I had my first clear round with Pich de Touleven – it seems like there might be the basis of a solid couple forming there. Just a shame he’s a castrated male, 700kg and a horse, rather than a drinking buddy, supervisor or colleague at work. Anyhow, I am just getting back to my hotel in Zurich after a day out in Amsterdam. How very European of me, I know. I should be back home in France tomorrow despite some more frog strikes. This time I have to fly from Basel Mulhouse to Pau via Lyon (where I have a 5 hour layover) so definitely more inconvenient than last week, but not really very impressive compared to yesteryear. Poor old Sarkozy, he really has let the country go to the dogs.