Well, I've experienced the first 'official' French family argument! Foreign arguments are quite something! Crazy Caroline entered, red faced like there was a firecracker up her bum, screaming and yelling all sorts to Juliette and Margot, whilst I subtly tried to make tea and keep out of the way... One minute they were upstairs (and screaming), then they were round the table throwing washing and plates about (and more screaming), then back upstairs again (yet more screaming), and then they appeared for tea and were giggling. Erm, ok then! All-female families are completely different - they're so 'together' and stick by each other. Arguments are blazing rows stretching lung capacity, but then once it's out, it's over. Forgive and forget. They're now all currently watching a movie. Boys tend to hit each other, slam doors and then watch a movie (or battle it out over an xbox game), and others seem to remember arguments to the precise time and hold grudges for ever. LIFE IS TOO SHORT.
'Punishments' have been made, such as no laptops in bedrooms, tidying their rooms and putting their laundry away (still not a clue what the argument was about...) but to be honest I doubt the punishment or the actual DOING of the rules will last for more than... I'll give it half a day.
Anyhow, zonked, knackered, out of my head and shattered. Peace out. -_-
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