Today I tread for the first time upon some dangerous ground.
Now if anyone can't keep a secret, please immediately go elsewhere and read someone elses blog.
We don't want old GOF to suffer repercussions at home now do we?
For Mrs GOF, English is the fifth language she learned to speak.
She remains competent in all five, but through a combination of having lived in Australia for the past 30 years, and
incessant relentless a devotion to practice, English is now her primary language.
Her vocabulary puts many native English speakers to shame, for which I would accordingly like to take all credit.
Except being a good Methodist boy I am forbidden to tell lies.
Nevertheless, like many for whom English is not their mother tongue, Mrs GOF is delightfully prone on occasions to generate innovative use of language.
Recently Mrs GOF got out of bed at her normal early hour, stretched, yawned, then gave consideration to the heavy work schedule which confronted her on that day.
Two minutes silence.
"I am going to bite the bullet and go back to bed".
I'm thinking she should start learning her sixth language and stop wasting her life lounging around in bed