I thought of those far off , long gone camping holidays this evening as I raised my glass of rosè to my French and German friends. A funny thing happens though at aperitifs. You drink on an empty stomach and being British I start to lose my inhibitions. Under the influence of the alcohol - not much , I am exaggerating a bit- I can speak amazing French. They look at me in amazement as I reel off amusing anecdotes and intervene knowledgeably in debates. The only trouble is that I'm not really sure what I'm saying and I'm not really sure what they're saying either. I come away asking my husband what it was all about and why did the tall man just have bananas and whisky for a week and why did everyone laugh when I said chorizo. But we had a great time at the aperitif and we've been invited back for a meal . Vive l'aperitif !!!