I'm so glad it wasn't me!
This afternoon I was diligently making lasagne for tomorrow before folk'n'jazz and starting to think about tonight's risotto when I heard voices outside the door. Unexpected visitors are a rare event here and imagine my surprise to find Edwige and Alain at the door - surprise because at that very moment I knew Trevor was just arriving at their house (30 kms away) to practise for tomorrow's folk'n'jazz.
The arrangements had been made by Trevor and Alain over the phone -always more difficult as there aren't those tell tale looks of despair and confusion when you don't quite get the whole story - Edwige and I were both delighted to be completely free of blame on this occasion.
I try hard with my French and increasingly I am able to have conversations but it is still hard work and I spend a lot of time digging myself out of linguistic holes after launching into an unplanned discourse. But still, today's little debacle reassured me that even Trevor with his much better language skills can make mistakes! Luckily for us Edwige and Alain are patient, they put up with my feeble French and were highly amused by this afternoon's linguistic muddle.
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