How often can one say "well, it is November......" ?, why do people insist on complaining about the weather for heavens sake ? I know this is something that proves we are British/English but I find myself increasingly intolerant of this lack of pragmatism, it does rain in November, and sometimes it is cold too, the grump into which I descend is most uncharitable and unnecessary , perhaps it's SAD ? On the upside, if it is cold and damp it is the perfect excuse to wear furry, fluffy, snuggly things, and having hair with a similar texture to a Shetland pony I can just shake off the most inclement of weather (the downside is my legs are of a similar length to said equine !)
Today I am struggling with Italian homework, and it's amazing how quickly the old excuses come rolling back...... "The printer broke", "Oh, was it for today ?" and so on - last term there was one glorious occasion where I could, legitimately, say "the dog ate my homework". Obviously a description of my family holiday was just too delicious to resist. Anyway, homework; to encourage us our tutor told us that Italian was much easier to learn than English, because English has 16 tenses ........... yes, but I know English ! I can even make a reasonable fist of French, courtesy 7 years with scary Mam'zelle, and have a nodding acquaintance with Latin which is very useful for vocab. Maybe the truth is that although I still have the ability to assimilate random facts (thank you, Lucy - loved the Turing thing) and delight in serendipitous google linking, I no longer have the application to process sequences of co-ordinated information.
As I said in the title - grim reality.
(Next post will be sparkly, twinkly and rapturous - I will eat chocolate first !)
Notes from a train journey in Middle England
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