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My German language skills could use some work but I had always thought, just privately, that I could read the hell out of a menu. In fact, I pride myself on being able to read a menu in far more languages than I can actually speak – it is after all, the most important skill for travelling, hangrrr-fighting crusaders the world over.
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Yesterday, we eased our transition from rocky Greek island paradise to green yet distinctly more autumnal (for those of you who aren’t aware of my proclivity for swimming, preference for temperatures above thirty degrees celsius and the cooling foods that go with them, the “a” word is a mild insult in my world) central Europe, with a spot of shopping. F bought a t-shirt that summed up our languid, langorous and long holiday rather succinctly. It said “3 reasons to be a teacher: June, July, August.” Don’t mean to rub it in or anything (turquoise water! lazy lunches! sleeping in!) but it was, not to put too fine a point on it, awesome and worth the lack of job security and ahem, not being very rich that freelance teaching involves. I get brownie points for realising how lucky I am, right?
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I love bargains. I love free stuff even more. Which is why I was rather pleased to find that this green grows, literally, everywhere. In great profusion. It wouldn’t be a proper bargain unless it was also good though, a bargain that sucks isn’t a bargain, it’s just cheap crap.
Yes, cheap crap. It sucks. How do you like that language that after several of my rather more high falutin’ posts? It’s true what they say, everything will out eventually and that includes my potty mouth and delight in toilet talk.
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