...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)
The simple things I didn’t know! A hob - that you cook on, is a plat cuisson, for example. I’ve never cooked with anyone French in the room and had to mention it…
When we moved to France (at rather short notice) in March last year, we threw our two girls, aged 7 and 9, into the local school. Our experience was one of learning. This article aims to pass on some of our experiences, and lists my tips for smoothing the way in a new school, new … Continue reading Integrating – New School, New Language, New Culture
"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...