Here is Henry doing his best impression of a French train driver. I really must say that his impression was spot on. We spent 45 minutes sitting on a stationary train and he didn't do an ounce of work, just sat there looking smug.
Actually, that's not completely correct. True to form, he was not working. Rather, if you look very closely, you should be able to see that he is eating a tasty-looking scroll (he didn't share), from Jean Pascal's Patisserie in Newtown. What you can't see is the croissont that he snatched from me and gobbled up. Again, in a fine impersonation of a French rail worker, face stuffed full, he then proceeded to shout (mumble) "plus! plus!! PLUS!!!" ("more! more!! MORE!!!")
In the end, we called it quits and decided to walk home. Henry did make one last offer, he would think about starting up the engine for an immediate thirty percent increase in his sultana allowance, a funded pension indexed at three times the national rate (which he will begin receiving at age seven), and a reduction of his working week to 4.5 hours. "C'est le mieux que je peux faire" he said, "les temps sont durs!"
I told him that we would have to think about it. As I have indicated previously, I see a bright future for this young man...
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