So, today is Tuesday…
Only three more days until the weekend! Hurrah!
This week, Friend Who Knows Big Words has got me working on my pronunciation and vocabulary.
With the former, I had an elocution lesson on the District Line with her, while discussing her recent French holiday to Marseille.
See, after the Versailles incident, this word is scarier to me than a whole sentence full of schizophrenics and Cadogan Halls. So I asked her…
‘How was your weekend in Marseillezzzzzzzzzz?’
And she looked at me the same way as when I told her I was going to peruse the shops.
‘Mar-say,’ she corrected me, in a way that only my close friends and family can. It still makes me want to dig myself a shallow grave in which to lie down in, but if a stranger corrected me, I'd probably dig them a shallow grave to lie down in.
Anyway, after blushing a rather violent shade of red, I tried again...
At which point, Friend Who Knows Big Words burst out laughing.
Apparently I sounded like Del Boy from Only Fools And Horses when I said it.
And so it went on, like a tennis volley:
‘Mar-say,’ said Friend Who Knows Big Words
‘Mar-say,’ I said, while she snorted with laughter and I struggled to tell the difference between what she was saying, what I said in the first place and what I was now struggling to say!
In the end we gave up and I went back to practising schizophrenic and Versailles with the people sitting opposite us giving us very strange looks.
But I really do have a lot to learn from Friend Who Knows Big Words. I mean, she knows a lot of big words, and I want to know more. So in addition to the elocution lessons, I've started doing the crossword in The Guardian and The Times. Right now, I am rubbish and think that I'd be better with a Take A Break ArrowWord book, but I am going to persevere...
8 across: (horse) mottled with two colours
Answers on a postcard please!