Yesterday, Papa, his wife, Brother-in-Law, Child Bride, and La Petite, left for their annual family holiday to Corsica. They’ve been going to the same island holiday home there for years and years. It’s more like an annual pilgrimage than a holiday, it’s serious stuff Corsica is.
The thing is this, The Husband has never ever been to Corsica and this makes me a little sad. It’s not that he’s never been to Corsica per se, but that he’s never been on one of these annual family holidays. Not a single one, in his whole life.
When your family goes on holiday without you, it can leave you feeling a bit lonely and left out so I was trying my best yesterday to make The Husband smile and happy (just like everyday) when a tiny miracle occured… an ad popped up on TF1 (kind of like NBC over here) announcing that Harry Potter would be on TV that very night! And not just any Harry Potter, the very first Harry Potter!
Why did this make me so happy? Well because check this out… like Star Wars, The Husband has never seen a single Harry Potter (no Star Wars, no Harry Potter, no family vacations… it’s been a sad, sad life for The Husband) so having the very first Harry Potter shown instead of like, the third one, was a magical stroke of luck, and I’m pretty sure the TV Gods did that just for him (thanks TV Gods).
You see, just like Harry Potter, The Husband was sent away to boarding school when he was eleven. And even though that school was definitely not a magical school or anything, I was still sure that The Husband might be able to relate to the little boy that lived in the cupboard under the stairs and watching Harry, Ron, and Hermione battling evil and mean Muggles, would be just the thing to make him smile.
So last night we cuddled up and turned on Harry Potter à l’école des Sorciers (as it’s known around these parts) and you know what, The Husband smiled the whole way through, and I didn’t feel sad anymore, and I don’t think he did either, and that my friends, is the story of how Harry Potter saved the day in The LPV.
P.S. In France Harry Potter didn’t attend Hogwarts, he went to Poudlards. Isn’t that just about the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever heard? Poudlards! That’s plain poppycock if you ask me.