Nothing stays the same. This reminds me of something that happened to me a long time ago. We had a French student staying whose English was very poor [even worse than my French
. We muddled along for a few days feeling a bit awkward, and then one day I asked her the meaning of the name of a racehorse I adored at that time. He was called Sabin du Loire. She didn't know [I think it was the name of a place]. I also tried to explain how beautiful I found the name, and that I often said it out loud. Wasn't sure that she'd understood me. Anyway, later that day she came up to me and said that she had some English words that made her feel the same, and the words were 'All things change', and I realised we had undertood one another and, even though we couldn't communicate very well language wise we understood each other in a way that was beyond language. I then learned that she loved films, so we spent the rest of her stay going to the cinema and watching dvd's. When Sabin du Loire retired from racing [thankfully to a long and happy retirement] I wrote to his trainer and told him this story. I received a lovely letter from his wife saying how horses bring people together [Martin Pipe it was OGM will know who I mean
]. Perhaps when I win the lottery and buy myself a racehorse that'll be his name. All Things Change.