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
...when you're annoyed it kinda feels like that. Like you're cycling through all the colours. Doesn't it?
“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.
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)
I’m enjoying myself, rocking up to strangers and demanding that they engage in conversation. They are enchanted...
"Mummy, have we got any old romans? Because I need to take one to school..." I'm LOVING my children speaking French. Just LOVE it.
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...