100% no preservatives

Oops! I met my French friend for coffee this morning at her home. We talk a bit in French and a bit in English. It's hot, and our conversation moved to ice-cream and the merits of making it. We talked about the local ice-cream factory - a boutique but sizeable operation. I lamented that there … Continue reading 100% no preservatives

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They laugh at me

...when you're annoyed it kinda feels like that. Like you're cycling through all the colours. Doesn't it?

Long…Green…Crunchy

“Would you pass me the…. The… the green thing; long, green, crunchy that we eat with salad?” Nouns and proper nouns just seemed to fly out of my head without so much as a by-your-leave.

Running short (of French)

I may have mentioned I run. In my long-story-short style, because I don’t want to bore you and do want to get to the point - which is about speaking French (or not), here’s brief history of my running (or also not!): Birth to teens: not ‘sporty’. Ran a longer run once st school & … Continue reading Running short (of French)

A vomit of French (I’m sorry to say…)

Sometimes I utter a phrase in French, which, as it leaves my mouth, I know to be utter garbage. Some recognisable words in there but strung together in an ugly melange of tenses that must sound horrible, with perhaps a hopeful colloquialism thrown in for good measure...