Friday night waffles

Not this kind, unfortunately:

waffle-748808but the kind where I talk pretty much with no sense of structure.

So this week I have spent 21 hours in my car in 4 days… I’m getting really familiar with some of the motorways that go out of London to the north. I love my car, and the traffic hasn’t been too bad, but I need to get some audiobook action going. I’ve been listening to NPR’s TED Radio Hour podcasts, which have been absolutely fantastic. Definitely, definitely recommended! But this morning I was back on the Tube, London life back to normal.

My friend Danny* and I are learning Spanish online together through Duolingo, which is completely addictive. Seriously – it’s gamified language learning, which I didn’t think was possible, and the interface is really slick. And you can use it on your phone WITHOUT an internet connection. Like… on the Tube commute. I foresee a lot of commute-based language learning in the winter!

Anyhow we have been learning weird phrases like “the duck does not drink milk” (el pato no bebe leche) and “I do not want a shirt because I want a skirt” (No quiero una camisa porque quiero una falda). If you follow me on Twitter, you’ll see Danny and I have been tweeting each other the weirdest phrase of the day… Danny is still the winner with “the onion is mine” (la cebolla es mia and yes I know mia should have an accent but I can’t figure out how to do it in Chrome…). So last weekend as we played cricket, there was a lot of “the onion is yours!” related encouragement. The opposition probably thought we were talking about Graham Onions. We weren’t.

Speaking of cricket, any other Aussies out there wishing the Waugh bros, McGrath, Warne, Gilchrist, Hussey etc were still playing? I never ever believed that they couldn’t rescue a match when I was growing up. Unfortunately I don’t feel that way about any of the current crop. Hopefully this is the difficult, character-building part of the resurgence.

Right, suppose I’d better post this and get to reviewing some books!

* – not her real name. In the best tradition of blogging.



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