Nicola Harrington - guest blogger living in France with 7 holiday rental gites

Nicola Harrington

François calls.

‘C’est bon. The christening has been set for 11.00 on Saturday 2nd April at St Martin sur Oeust. Are you sure you weren’t christened?’

‘Positive.’ I reply.

‘C’est une probleme, mais, I said you were English and they do things differently in England. The priest seemed happy with that.’

‘We need to talk about my responsibilities for the day and after.’ I say, suddenly aware of the closeness of it all.

I could sense François grinning, ‘C’est rien, you just need to hop once round the church. We’ll talk later.’

‘If there is anything I can do, let me know.’ I offer.

‘Thanks, a bientôt.’ Francois replies, and he was gone.

2nd April. That is just 2 weeks away. Panic starts to set in. Of course the minor issues always come to the fore. I am sure this is the minds ‘firewall’ coming into action, preventing one from dwelling too long on the serious issues. What does one wear to a christening?, weddings and funerals are always pretty informal. Mark only has jeans and a motley collection of T shirts, and however much he claims his Pink Floyd T shirt is still ‘decent’, it won’t do.

Editor’s Note : This follows on from Nicola’s first Baptism post which you can read here… Un Bapteme

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