It is such a privilege to be teaching Mama Judith. She is such a blessing to me and I feel honoured to be doing something to help her out. And the lesson with Isabelle was good too. We studied adjectives, comparatives and superlatives. I’m not convinced she's got it yet, but it is hard learning a foreign language in that foreign language, so I have to be patient.
At two o' clock I went into town with Yvette for lunch. We went to this little restaurant perched over a shop right in the centre of town. We got the last table, in the streaming sun, no shade. So I whipped out my factor 50 suncream and slathered it all over my face, to avoid any further occasion to be confused with a certain red nosed reindeer. We ordered our food, goat kebabs, at half two and started waiting. At ten to four, Yvette went to the kitchen to find out where our lunch was. They had turned off the ovens and decided not to tell us. So we went to a different cafe across town instead. I like goat. It was chewy yes, but flavoursome. I think the cuter the animal, the better the taste. Working on this basis, I think we should all start eating puppies. Any thoughts?
At two o' clock I went into town with Yvette for lunch. We went to this little restaurant perched over a shop right in the centre of town. We got the last table, in the streaming sun, no shade. So I whipped out my factor 50 suncream and slathered it all over my face, to avoid any further occasion to be confused with a certain red nosed reindeer. We ordered our food, goat kebabs, at half two and started waiting. At ten to four, Yvette went to the kitchen to find out where our lunch was. They had turned off the ovens and decided not to tell us. So we went to a different cafe across town instead. I like goat. It was chewy yes, but flavoursome. I think the cuter the animal, the better the taste. Working on this basis, I think we should all start eating puppies. Any thoughts?
After lunch while shopping, the weather changed and the heavens opened. I have never been so wet in my whole life. Baptism was dry compared to this. So I try and get a moto taxi home, but they are all speeding past me to try and find shelter. I finally convinced this one guy to take me, but after about thirty seconds, he pulled off the road and drove under a shop balcony to hide from the rain. I protested, explaining that he had made a commitment to take me home and he really ought to honour it, but he just looked at me and said, 'but it's raining', as if this were an adequate explanation for abandoning his post mid journey. 'I’m British', I said stoically, as I walked out into the rain, head held high, umbrella held higher. A few minutes later, waist deep in water, I couldn't help but ponder the attractiveness of being morally compromised (like say, oh I don't know, the French,) and dry, rather than being morally upright and wet.
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