Trotro et Moi...
Somedays, usually first thing in the morning after a couple of strong coffees, or late at night after a couple of strong glasses of wine, my French is brilliant; almost like I've spent the last 22 years studying the language....
And then there are days, usually whole days and sometimes weeks, where my French escapes me, and all I feel equipped to do is watch cartoons. Today would be one of those days.
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Thanks - now that made ME feel that my French is really coming along. I understood almost every word :)
As a fellow English-speaker (though I'm British) living in Languedoc (Montpellier centre), I've been enjoying your blog - my younger daughter loved Trotro! - and have decided to bestow upon you the great honour of being tagged.
Apologies if you're offended - but it's a really quick meme to do!
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