Nov 2018 – Our Normandy Life

hospital 2

Where was I? If you haven’t read about how I came about my 2nd degree burns you can read about it here. So having pierced one of the blisters (with a sterile needle) the night of the fireworks and shoving a plaster over it – I went to bed and managed to get some sleep. The next morning, as instructed by all and sundry, I made my way to our local A&E (urgence) straight from the school run with the words “sepsis” ringing in my ears. Better to be safe than sorry. Right? Continue reading “The One With Second Degree Burns Part II” →

Our French Life

The One With Second Degree Burns – Part I

Nov 21, 2018Apr 9, 2019 ournormandylife

toffee apples — Never. Ever. Make these.

So I have Je me suis brûlée les doigts or J’ai brûlée mes doigts but never, I have been reliably informed, Je me suis brûlée mes doigts. I’m pretty sure I used a mixture of the two and yes, I kind of understand why you would say, “the fingers” when you’ve already said it’s happened to you as in Je me suis. But ultimately, when I held my fingers up heavily bandaged, this transcended any grammatical errors. That and saying it was hot sugar to which the clever Frenchies proclaimed “caramélisé?!”. Prior to that it hadn’t occurred to me to give boiling hot sugar its correct term. They stopped short of calling me an Fffing idiot. Continue reading “The One With Second Degree Burns – Part I” →