I'm was quite inclined to leave it there for tonight, but then I came across Lashes' speech therapy notebook and thought we could have some Belgian elocution lessons. And marvel in the peculiar universe of the speech therapy phrases. I think it feels a bit fin de siècle, no? A little bit Proustian?
En ecrivant à ma maîtresse je me suis trompé d'addresse
(That happens all the time when you are six. And can't read or write. So many mistresses, so little literacy)
Sébastien danse la salsa
Maurice achète six saucissons secs
And my personal favourite, which I am still trying to crowbar into conversations:
Serge deguste une Crêpe Suzette
I have to confess I make him say this ALL THE TIME, like a performing seal. No wonder this week we have been rewarded with the unprecedented comment:
"Bonne amelioration de l'articulation de s-z"! Truly, this is a triumph, and I would like to thank Serge for his sterling work with the Crepe Suzette.
This post is complete nonsense isn't it. I can neither confirm nor deny that I have taken Reptoboost. Now please excuse me, I am off to swallow a water buffalo whole and perfom an elaborate mating ritual with my ear flaps...