From the category archives:
There’s a special feeling I get when a big move is imminent, kind of bittersweetly jittery, kind of wistfully melancholic. All the things I should be doing mill about in my head, jostling for space and I have five or six to-do lists on the go (ok, that last is something I pretty much always have – I amused friends the other day by admitting that I have a list for cooking goals, the latest of which was getting faster at peeling artichokes).
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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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This isn’t a Japanese onomatopoeia post, but it’s trying to trick me into being one. They’ve infiltrated my brain I tell you, I need succour! You mightn’t think that onomatopoeia could infiltrate a brain but I’m living proof – it’s like Swiss cheese in there from where the onomatopoeia worms have feasted and taken up residence (speaking of which, I’ve also been fretting about whether the audio file on the last post is too small to notice, what do you think?)
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