Tafdolphin wrote:Got back from a holiday in the French Alps last night, one day ahead of schedule. My partner's dad paid us an unexpected visit (we were staying at the family cabin) and took us for lunch with a bunch of his mountain-folk friends. All was well until the subject of Brexit came up. One guy suggested it wasn't a bad thing that we wanted to close our borders and Marie (my wife) disagreed, firmly but politely. Another old fart, who'd only just wandered over, suggested that this was because she wanted to strawberry float (lit: "drop her panties to") mentally ill Muslim immigrants.
It all went a bit downhill from there.
C'est la strawberry floating vie I guess.
I imagine it would, given you were up a mountain.