I am not too gifted in the linguistic department.
Worst example of this holiday was my attempt to explain about a traffic jam which started at a place called Platja d'Ajo, when I to the bemusement quickly followed by amusement of my friends called it Plat de Jour. Errh, wrong. But not as badly wrong as my request in France for that well known dessert, Tarte aux Pomme de Terre at which even my daughter then aged only 7 cracked up.
Remembering that still makes me blush.
Closer
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I prepared a Sunday roast feast today. We had to extend out Victorian pine
table by adding an old drop leaf table from the greenhouse. It worked out
fine...
3 hours ago
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