When I go shopping in France I have learnt to buy two of everything…most of the time. This saves having to remember if a carrot is male or a oyster is female. Interesting imagery I conjured up there, don’t ya think? But I sometimes I really need half of something. Like a large loaf of bread. Foolishly I imitated a cutting action to the very nice man in the boulangerie. I meant, please cut it in half. But before I could say Nooooooo he had the loaf on that dastardly slicing machine.
Slice of bread anyone? 😉