A text message arrives from the babysitter in response to my grovelling apology for not having been in touch since December 2004. It is written in barely comprehensible teenage misspellt abbreviated stroppy French texto language. And all in shouty caps.
“JE ME SUIS BEAUCOUP INKIETÉ PASKE VS M AVÉ PA DONE 2 NOUVELES DEPUI LONGTEMP C PA TRÉ SIMPA KAN MEME JPENSé KE J AVÉ FÉ KELKE CHOSE BREF C OK PR SAM C KEL HEU”
High maintenance doesn’t even begin to cover it. I think I’d rather stay in than nurse her wounded little ego back to health via a series of 10 word text messages.
And all because the lady probably has her sights set on a new handbag and we haven’t been providing her with the means to purchase it…