Les Hemmings wrote:
Offramp wrote:

Oh God!!
The people who go to Borough market on Saturday!

Man to child:
"Alexander Alexander ! Time for LUNCH Alexander ! Ou est le fromage
Alexander? Ou est le fromage? Time for LUNCH. LUNCH!! LUNCH
Alexander!!!!!!"

Eeek! Too close to home!

Was in Fes, Morocco. Sitting on the windowsill of the hotel watching
the birds in the olive and palm trees. Eating some Chaumes we'd just
purchased. Went to rip open the bag and it slipped out of my hands,
down into the bushes below.... saw the door staff watch it fall.

Ran downstairs, door staff standing impassionatly, "Ou est moi
fromage?" i asked in best schoolboy French. Not a movement, not a
flicker ....
So i dived into the bushes, discovered it floating, still in the bag,
in a small ornamental pond. "Ici moi fromage!" i exclaimed, holding
up the dripping bag... pulling the twigs out of my hair...

Still thay just looked on... with a "Bloody crazy these Brits!" look
on their faces..

I suspect the hotel staff were as much amused by your search as by your
somewhat ungrammatical question "where is I/me cheese?" (moi fromage)
rather than "where is my cheese" (mon fromage) ;-)