The French are losing their patience with me. It’s nearly three years now and my French remains at Leaving Cert level. D minus at that.
I actually got a B. Honours for those asking, whatever that means anymore. False hope. It should have been a D minus. Learning off your French verbs by rote will only get you so far.
The Frenchman says I understand when the mood takes. He may have a point. I got reprimanded at Christmas for carrying out a conversation in English, just one to one mind you, but enough to irritate a Grande Dame.
Probationary period over. It’s time to speak French. But how? All that comes out is ‘quack quack’ when I try to express myself beyond ‘Ca va?’ Some kind of karma I imagine.
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