I took a friends puppy out for a walk this afternoon. The weather is still gorgeous for this time of year and I can't say that I mind Autumn lingering - it is my favourite season.
I used to talk to myself in French when I walked alone, I got very fluent with myself! :) It's always helpful when there is no-one to feel intimidated by!
Today I decided I needed to talk to myself in Luxembourgish - I was not good company as I ran out of conversation pretty fast, and I found myself a bit boring too. Let's face it, there is only so much of "The sky is blue", "The sun is yellow" & "I come from South Africa" that you can say.
I eventually started trying to make other simple sentences, like, "This is not my dog." At this point I was reminded of the Peter Sellers movie... "does your dog bite?.... this is not my dog". And I packed up laughing and spent at least two minutes trying to imitate his accent. If there was anyone hidden in the bush, I reckon they had quite a show.
Eventually I tried to say: "It is my friends dog." This was fine until I got to trying to figure out how to say "friends dog". I reckon that if I said it in Afrikaans, it would be as close as dammit is to swearing, and maybe no-one would notice. "Et ass meng frëndin se hond." (I have no clue how right/wrong that is! The "se" is the tricky bit!)
As I was busy trying to decide if it was easier to say "It's my friends dog" or just "it's my friends" (Dit is my vriendin s'n), I heard a noise behind me and a guy on a bike was just about in my pocket! Does he know what a BELL is!? He just laughed and yelled Moien, and cycled on and I confess that I swore under my breath - in Afrikaans. (I took Mariaans name in vain.) (Saffers will understand that!) - which was promptly followed by a "Whoops! Sorry Father, got a bit of a fright there."
That was the end of my Luxembourgish thinking, I needed to be more alert, and so I went back to "The flower is red", "The desk is brown", and other random nothings.
OK. Enough rambling now.
Time for coffee.