The Gabbling Blonde and The Electrician

I am not blonde by birth but by inclination and, sometimes, by action. It’s not that I am unintelligent but just a bit dippy, an airhead if you will. Not all the time you understand, sometimes days can go by without me doing or saying something daft, unfortunately today was not one of those days……..

I live in the South of France which means that I’ve had to learn French and, though I say it myself, my studies have not gone too badly, I can get by. However, I do get in a bit of a flap when I’m meeting someone for the first time. Today, I had a visit from an electrician who had to change a box on the wall which apparently keeps track of how much electricity I use. As he was doing technical stuff, he used technical French which means that I stared at him blankly for a few minutes until he got less technical and I could understand what he was saying. He was trying to determine where in the building the main electricity supply was housed; my reply was:

“No idea” (not very helpful I know but I did smile as I said it!)

Someone probably told me when I moved in but I don’t really take much notice of that type of thing because, well to be honest, I have absolutely zero interest.

Anyhoo, he managed to track it down on his own and set about doing whatever it was he was there to do. He informed me that he would need to turn off the electricity for a few minutes while he worked

“No problem” says I, proud of the fact that I knew what he was saying.

At this point I should explain that I tend to gabble a bit when I meet new people as I get nervous and self-conscious; too many words is definitely the order of the day. I get very puppy like, sort of bouncing around and being overly friendly. True to form I chatted away about nothing for a few minutes while he tried hard to concentrate and then asked him if he’d like a coffee.

“Yes, I’d love one”

“Great! I’ll get right on it” I said bounding up the stairs.

He called up and asked me if I had an Espresso machine. I was a bit bemused and wondered if he was just fussy about his coffee (it’s a thing in France) and said yes. There was a slight pause and then he said

“but that runs on electricity no”?

“Yeeeessssss” says I wondering if he has an unhealthy interest in coffee machines

“Madame, you just watched me turn off the electricity”


“Oh yes, so I did, how funny!” I forced out a hearty laugh and fled back upstairs red faced. I’m sure I heard him say

“N’importe quoi”

under his breath which is sort of a verbal French eye roll. A bit harsh I thought, I mean, anyone could make that mistake………couldn’t they?



  13 comments for “The Gabbling Blonde and The Electrician

  1. July 3, 2018 at 12:36 pm

    That’s funny, and totally something I would do!

    Liked by 1 person

    • July 3, 2018 at 2:17 pm

      So glad it’s not just me πŸ˜‰ thanks for your comment x


      • July 3, 2018 at 2:53 pm

        When the mechanic told me there was something wrong with steering components in my car, I asked if it was serious/important. Um duh. He was nice enough not to laugh.

        Liked by 1 person

      • July 3, 2018 at 3:23 pm

        Yep sounds like something I’d do too 😊 once saw someone who looked like my twin in a nightclub – very excitedly told my friend who pointed out that there was a floor to ceiling mirror πŸ™„πŸ˜‚


      • July 3, 2018 at 8:20 pm

        Bahahaha awesome. I’ve done that before but kept it to myself

        Liked by 2 people

      • July 4, 2018 at 4:41 am

        Yeah I’m not proud of that one πŸ˜‚


  2. July 3, 2018 at 2:04 pm

    wow……… live in the south of France……… must be absolutely beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. August 25, 2018 at 11:30 am

    lolol…..completely understandable – you are not alone! πŸ™‚

    Liked by 1 person

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