Lasagna! I thought they are eating bacon with the spoon
I live in a city with great public transport and for years Google maps was great for bus/tube times and walking routes. Now after 6 years of no probs Google maps has forgotten the bus stop right under my window and thinks I should walk up or down the road to the next stop. It has forgotten the crossings what are still there, no road works or anything, and thinks I should take 15 min detour instead of just crossing the street right then and there. It’s clearly going downhill here.
There’s also an audio file for gekkering but that’s the pronunciation for the word, not the actual example…
Tell that to cycling phone snatchers in London
My friend is French, his wife Portuguese, they live in England with their two children. When all together, they all speak English with each other. When the kids are with one parent, the speak that language. In the park with father, French. Baking with mother, Portuguese. Bedtime stories are in the language of the parent reading. Kids switch between languages easily and understand what to speak with whom. Effortless trilingual.
Another friend moved country with her husband and had three kids. Home language was always mother tongue, both my friends had fairly bad English. Everything outside parents is in English for the kids - media, school, anyone outside the household. Again, the switch for the kids is really easy, they are fluent and have no accent in both languages.
The temperatures are intuitive for me because Celsius is all I’ve known. The car going 60km/h or 100km/ h I know the difference and how it feels sitting in the car. The speed of wind in the forecast needs to be m/s to make any sense. Over 20 m/s I better tape the windows so that the storm won’t break them
I googled Yanni and that’s what I got
A bed of nails can work wonders with sciatica
I have nights where I sleep like a shish kebab
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall. Humpty Dumpty had a great fall. All the king’s horses and all the king’s men couldn’t put Humpty together again.
I guess I’m not in my right mind then. At home cowboy coffee only, I don’t even have a French press or a v60. Although in my country we call it tramp coffee.