Dancing Frenchman
Laura, Vicki and I were studying for our French exam together this afternoon, and there were no tables in the study lounge, so we just sprawled on the floor in the hallway (it's carpeted). They left eventually, and I stayed for another hour. People passed to and fro, and I payed then little heed as I stuffed my head full of la voix passive and le discour indirect. Until... there was a funny scuffling noise, so I looked up, and lo and behold, there was a very nice-looking, dark-haired fellow doing a jig in the hall, feet kicking out and hands in front. It was a very short jig, but as it was apparently done just for my benefit I feel I can overlook that. As he continued towards me, he said "Dere are tables in de study room, you know." To which I replied, half in English, half in French, that I was alright where I was. It is very disconcerting to be thinking in French, to be surprised and then spoken to in English by someone you know is supposed to be speaking in French. I recognized him from the bus- he's one of the French students on exchange from Poitiers. Wish he'd stayed to talk- he was funny! Made my afternoon.
And I now have Facebook. I wasn't going to, but when your own mother has Facebook and you don't...
And I now have Facebook. I wasn't going to, but when your own mother has Facebook and you don't...