It’s Good to Talk August 2, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Journal , 16 commentsNumber 2 Son has been telling me about his dad’s new girlfriend. He had been given basic facts but has not yet met her.
‘She’s Russian and she’s way taller than Dad and she’s called Olga or Vulgar or something. He says she’s 29. She can’t be 29 though, can she? Dad could never score anyone who’s 29 – he’s not exactly what you’d call attractive, is he?’
Yes, I should have made some serious point about age not mattering or looks not being the most important thing in life. But I was too busy sniggering. Oops.
Anyway.
While I was out emptying the dog yesterday, both Number 1 and Number 2 sons were instructed to speak to The Russian Girlfriend on the telephone.
Number 1 son could only report that the whole communication thing might be a bit more productive in person.
Number 2 son looked mystified when I asked if she could actually speak English.
‘Um, I don’t think so.’
‘Well, what did she say?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Well, what did you say?’
‘Mainly just “pardon”. I think I’ll be saying that a lot this weekend.’
Number 1 Son, to his credit, printed off some Russian phrases to help things along. Sadly, he found it all a bit tricky and has resorted to talking very slowly, very loudly and in a rather alarming German accent.
This should help international relations no end. Oh, how much do I want to be a fly on the wall??
