Mamissimo*! However did you survive such an onslaught?! All that food! All that booze! It's a wonder you are not typing under the table. Well done, and there must be an award for The Most Tolerant Host. How lucky your sister was to read Ancient Greek! I had an English teacher I greatly respected at school-a Cambridge man - who offered to tutor me in Greek at lunchtimes, an offer I fell on enthusiastically and gratefully. I devoured the language until one day he committed the unpardonable...as a naive and shy 16 year old, I was terribly confused, and lessons ceased. Men back in the 60s, men in a position of power, were so entitled. The same thing happened several times at Uni, once during a French Oral exam, where I was trapped and vulnerable...had he decided to fail me - despite my winning the French Embassy prize in my year- I would have had no come-back. And my Archaeology lecturer, on my enquiring of him about the Masters in the subject, to make a career of it, stroked my knee, and above, murmuring "Why does a pretty little thing like you want to do a dirty job like that?" My Archaeology career, and the scholarship to Cambridge that I would almost certainly have won, disappeared in a second. I did however, on the recommendation of another of my lecturers, a lovely man, go to Cambridge the following year, and meet the professor, one of my deities for his amazing work. He invited me to go on a dig in Israel in the summer, an offer that he was forced to rescind later, because the looming war meant that they wouldn’t take women, only a skeleton group of big brave men who were, of course, owing to external gonads, capable of facing danger.
Doodle - great to know that you’re seeing the virtues of Latin! In the loo of all places! Do you have Nivea in your bathroom? From the Latin nix, nivis = snow.
Grammaretto - But isn’t G.J.C’s Gallic War wonderful? All that rip-snorting action, aquilifers leaping down into the deep water off the coast of Kent shouting “I shall do my duty to my legion and commander!” or some such…years since I taught it, so paraphrasing. Boys LOVE it – girls not so much, surprisingly. It must make a Scot’s patriotic heart swell with pride to know that they alone repulsed the wicked Romans. Or that the Romans had more sense than to squander men and money on trying to conquer a damp, dark, midge-infested land with few resources.
All those smoke alarms! What happens if they all run out of battery at the same time and start making that awful noise – the Song of the Dying Detector? I do hope your DDiL isn’t too poorly.
Kaimoana Hope you’re having a wonderfully reLAXing time with your podiatrist, and that you feel a million $$ after your PEDICURE. Did you know that a complete French dictionary contains 7 volumes, a complete English one, TWELVE? Goes to show the advantages of being conquered and conquering, both being part of, and creating, an empire, picking up so many rich and diverse words which make English so unique and amazing.
DS2 is at the specialist today. Everything crossed for the graft having taken. I’m still crook, fatigue and no appetite, nailed to the chair by MrJ - Kaimoanahas offered to send him more nails. Such a pain…so much to do in the garden.
Keep well, everyone. x