However, I do have one good one though.
For the first few years (yes, it always took a few years before we really managed to communicate properly!), Pépé used to call me his ‘petite boudin noir’ as a term of affection. Yep – ‘boudin noir’ as in black/blood sausage.
At first it was cute.
Then I thought, ‘what, he thinks I’m chubby’? ‘Boudin’ is sometimes used to describe chubby people.
Finally, one day, I asked him why he kept calling me his “petite boudin noir”. Sure it was sweet and everything, but really did he think I was that chubby?
And the truth came out.
In fact, what he was really saying was that I was his “petite bout d’amour” (little bit of love) and not his “petite boudin noir”!.
Well, it’s good to know that I don’t resemble a sausage!
On that note, have a good weekend everyone. I’m off to