Is she or isn't she? Speculation that France's first lady, Carla Bruni-Sarkozy, is pregnant has been circulating for several weeks now.
Of course she has given interviews and steadfastly refused to comment on what for her "is a private matter" but that hasn't prevented journalists from asking her - directly or indirectly depending on their style.
Except for one - "journalist" that is (and there's a reason for using the inverted commas).
Jean-Pierre Pernaut is, among other things, the anchor of the lunchtime news programme on TF1.
He is, to put it politely, not exactly the most hard-hitting of journalists, preferring a cosy, non-confrontational and almost ingratiating style when he has a guest in the studio.
So perhaps viewers knew what to expect when he interviewed Bruni-Sarkozy on Monday, primarily about her Good Deeds and in particular her campaign against illiteracy.
But Pernaut reached new lows in his already questionable journalistic standards while winding up the interview when he said, "I know you don't like talking about your private life, but I just want to congratulate you."
Bruni-Sarkozy looked somewhat taken aback, at a loss for an appropriate response, smiled and said, "Congratulations (to you) too."
No, it doesn't mean Pernaut is the father.
If you have the stomach for it, take a look at the accompanying clip - and try not to cringe.
Meanwhile Bruni-Sarkozy might not be talking about the likely patter of tiny feet, but her father-in-law is.
Pal Sarkozy told the German daily tabloid Bild that he was going to be a grandfather - again. And he's delighted.
"The couple don't want to know the sex of the baby," the 82-year-old indiscreetly told the paper.
"But I'm sure that if it's a girl, she'll be as beautiful as Carla."
Which raises the question perhaps, if it's a boy it'll be as "what" as his father?
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