Yes, In Paris in 1988, on holiday with my friend Mary.
She broke a sundae glass in a posh restaurant and ran to hide behind a curtain, leaving me to explain and apologise in my schoolgirl French. You had to be there... Can you actually die of laughing? We nearly did!
On that same holiday, we were in an even posher restaurant; the only thing we could afford were the French version of sandwiches. They resembled polystyrene ceiling tiles in every way and we laughed so much that we were asked to move away from the window and sit at the back of the restaurant as our laughter was putting people off from entering. At least, I think that was what the waiter said as he moved us
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I really must phone Mary. I haven't seen her since 2019.