School can be brilliant. I mean, apart from teaching even more secret service kids that is. I asked a pupil what his parents do for a living. First of all, he mistook the question for what his parents liked doing, but I didn't delve into that matter. It was his answer that made me laugh. To my ears it sounded a lot like: Meine Mutter macht Haufen. My first thought was 'Why are you telling me?', but after I convincingly disguised my laughter as a hiccough, I asked him what he meant. Meine Mutter mag einkaufen was his answer and I realised the pure comedy gold that I had been treated to.
Then, there is yet another episode of 'The world is a village': Talked to a girl whose mother is German and who has been raised bilingually. She told me about her family and that she has a younger sister named Georgina. That rang a bell - I did a work experience at a local primary school in Cheltenham four years ago and there was a girl in my class whose mother was German and I remembered her name, Georgina. There is this theory that says everyone can be connected to everyone else in the world using only six steps. I can go to J.R.R. Tolkien in only three. I know Pat and Frank Smith (the neighbours I've been in invited to), they know Tolkien's daughter, Priscilla, because she used to run a book club which the Smith's daughter attended and ultimately became friends with her.
I felt lucky yesterday, lucky enough to buy British beef burgers that ended up in my stomach as delicious quarterpounders with cheese.
Oh, and by the way, mum, dad, I've watched The Curse of the Golden Flower that you gave me for my birthday and it reminded me alarmingly of House of Flying Daggers. Take that information for what it's worth.
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