OK - not so much of the sunny as it's already the end of November (or thereabouts). ...and I still haven't got myself a replacement job.
Let's hope that these language books can keep me company in the meantime - although, I have to say, I'm not doing very well at actually speaking any new languages... Rather, my current situation is: being able to think of words that have similar bases in French, Spanish & Italian and sometimes finding rhymes despite crossing language barriers. It's as though I'm some sort or 'polyglotal' poet (but not in a 'buona moda') - which, let's face it, there's not much of a call for now, tomorrow or yesterday. Perhaps that's my calling - to make a new post-millenia movement in multilingual poetry!
Let me give it a go:
Il y a un bon homme qui s'appelle Tom,
Who roamed often with largish lapells on,
Fue a la blogspot,
Pour ecrire, "A biento*t*",
But all fue mal pour les mots le mandaron...
The less said the better...
