Phouaaaaarr !

I finally got round to responding to the mean spirited complaint from the wicked, cackly old witch DRH.

I thought i'd done a good job of being succinct, to the point and above all; non snarky.

Given that i'm not french and my grammar is o.k-ishly acceptable for a foreigner, i felt that i'd given a surprisingly good account of myself ... even if i don't profess to know the ins and outs of 'good' french as it's written - in a form that i can only best describe as being obsequious.

Or more precisely : slimy.

I thought i'd show my response to Missus Bosswoman, as a means of alerting to her to any possible negative sequels - although i don't really anticipate any.

Soooooooo ... being as pleased as i was with my effort, she checked it out and exclaimed : ' ... but, but, but ... you can't possibly send that !!! It's way too dry ... you've gotta sex it up .... '

'I might be an Anglo, but i'm no Bush or Blair ... sexing up documents is just not my kiff ..' i said

So we asked a real life french person to give it the once over - so ensued a grilling by what i can only describe as a 'grammarian' .. a french syntax police officer.

.....

On another front, the "Phouarrr ! Factor" came in to play today when one of my ex-trainees popped by to wish me-myself-and-I a happy new year.

I was busy making a nice cup of Earl Grey (how twee, but it's all part of the image thing that i work on to confirm my colleagues' worst fears) when i overheard someone asking to see me.

I thought that i recognised her voice but wasn't too sure, i turned around and kinda made one of those *d!oh* sounds.

'Heyyy !!' '

'Heyyyyyyyy !! bonnes fêtes !'

I offered her a cuppa and ignoring the inquiring glances, ushered her into to my sanctuary/cave/lair/thing that i call an office, for a bit of a chat.

Of all the cheek, someone asked me if it was my wife !

Alas, noooooooooooooooooooooo *Chance would be a fine thing*

;@)