Jamais Deux Sans Trois

There is a French saying which I believe really captures the quintessential nature of the Frenchman. It’s “jamais deux sans trois”. This phrase basically means if two bad things have happened to you, then a third one is sure to follow. This was indeed the case as no sooner as we had got Gaston out of hospital on the Monday morning following Capucine’s recent troubles, Maxime decided he was suffering from hospital withdrawal symptoms which no doubt provoked his ear infection which meant that we were back at the emergency room in Bayonne at 1AM on Tuesday morning. Absolutely perfect for a papa who had a flight to Paris at 6.50AM, and for a maman who then had to face four nights by herself while papa gallivanted around Europe (more like went to sleep in his hotel bed as soon as possible). And just in case you’re wondering, yes, we are in the middle of negotiating our own personal parking spot at the hospital – no real surprise given that some of the nurses were heard muttering that we turn up at the hospital more frequently that some of the doctors employed there.