Azzadine and I chat away as best we can, me with my broken french, and he with his broken English, I ask questions and he answers with a mix of Algerian, French-Algerian and English, we manage, we get where we are going and we are not late, often!
Lessons are still on going, and I continue to practice on the computer when I am alone, I turn the sound down so the neighbours don't get sick of the sound of 'Où est le chat?' or 'l'éléphant est rose', although I think the neighbours baby will be speaking fluently in under a year... just ten months to go then. I understand far more French now when people are speaking, well unless it's really fast, then I just give my best puzzled look and things slow down enough for me to catch up, sometimes!
Over the weekend I kept forgetting to get meat out of the freezer, so it was really unfortunate but we had to visit the Taj Mahal twice, once on Thursday then again on Friday, on our departure Friday the cheeky monkey on the door said 'see you tomorrow', it was only shame that stopped us going in yesterday, although we very nearly walked round for a take away....
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