My parents spent last week gallavanting around the South of France with my parents-in-law. I think we're tremendously lucky that they all get along so well, despite the language barrier and the occasional hilarious misunderstanding.
They seem to get along so well, in fact, that the parental figures came back on Saturday telling us that next time they're in Europe, they might do a wee tour of Italy and Switzerland with Sylvain's parents.
"Oh," Sylvain and I looked at each other. "That's cool".
"And they're thinking about coming out to Australia next August," mum added, whilst leafing through her newly purchased book about Les Baux.
"Really?" Sylvain exclaimed.
"First I've heard of it!" I said incredulously.
The rest of the weekend was filled with many exclaimations, "oh and we did this!", "oh and J said this!" and "oh and we ate this!"
I spoke to my father-in-law yesterday on the phone.
"So, have they recovered?" he asks.
"Oh yes," I reply. "And they had a marvellous time!"
"Good good," he says.
We pass a few minutes discussing his recent mushrooming expedition, then suddenly he says, "ooooh I saw something PERFECT for your father yesterday!"
"What was it?" I ask suspiciously.
"Well you know how, whenever he comes across something he doesn't like, he says, It's different?"
"Yes," I giggle. Dad tries to be diplomatic, but he's so easy to see through. Even to someone who doesn't really speak English.
"We found a t-shirt which says 'It's different!'", he exclaims, with glee!
"Ooooh really?" I reply.
"The only problem is..." I can hear him grinning over the phone. "It's a womans t-shirt."
I burst out laughing.
"We could still get it for him, because it would be funny, but..." my father-in-law pauses, not sure how to finish the phrase, then sighs. "Oh it's such a pity that it wouldn't fit."
"Yes yes," I reply. "A pity."
Thick as thieves, I think the expression goes.