Ambitiously phrased of me. My french is severely limited. It was the one O' level I failed, shouldn't have opted for it in the first place but the alternative was welsh and scarely under the circumstances being that I am welsh, that was even worse.
So here I am a year and a half of living here later, with two children in a French school, still as rubbish as I ever was. I can proudly say I understand more but that was never going to be difficult, nothing to something never is. The sticking point is speaking. People who know me laugh in my face when I say I am shy but that is because they know me and I do like to chat.
However my chat often consists of throw away comments and witty responses, with the odd rather volatile debate thrown in for good measure. I don't do small talk and always feel rather ridiculous when I try. I am also much better one to one if I am honest especially when in the company of a master of the art of chit chat. Finally as mentioned previously I talk fast and frankly prefer it when others do. So little wonder why the speaking french bit is going nowhere.
This can't go on though. We intend to stay here and will hopefully be buying a house soon which will require renovating, haven't managed to buy one yet that doesn't so why change the habit of a lifetime. A kind friend has bravely volunteered for the unenviable task of helping me learn.
So today I shall go to her house and we shall drink coffee and we shall speak French, after the police have left that is. Bikes stolen from the garage last night and now left to deal with it all using my serioulsy inadequate French.
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All done
Hubbie will be pleased,
Won't have to,iron own shirts next week, darling.
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