I know I have been ignoring the blog a bit lately, apologies but we have been busy.
We had a full house last night, a French couple with their teenage daughter and baby, a single French man, a couple from Tramore and another from Cork.

This led to and extremely lively breakfast with four English speakers and four French speakers (five if you included Alexis aged 11 months) and Síle and I in the middle.
Needless to say the French could speak no English and the Irish no French.
What was surprising was the amount of understanding that happened despite this and, what is equally surprising is that at these moments I suddenly realise how much my French has improved in the last year.
It is rough, true, and sometimes highly ungramatical (I see Síle wince) and I know I could not spell a word of what I speak but at this stage, with the wind behind me , I can manage a right flow.

(With a Cork man and a Waterfordman present I thought it appropriate to take out the Kilkenny colours again)