"Excellent! I love a good laugh."
"You're so sarcastique, Albert" she said, stomping off.
Mystified — I'm delighted to attend — so what's her problem?
"Let's go," I said on the big day.
"Pourquoi so cheerful? You déteste book festivals."
"Book festival? You lied; called it the Laugh Festival."
Charlotte hooted. "Get your hearing checked — livre NOT rire."
Ever since, we've christened the Book Festival, le festival du rire, and laugh ourselves silly.