Saturday, October 10, 2015

Verbally impotent in France

When I arrived on French soil six years ago, I could order an orange juice in a café and purchase a bus ticket, 
bemoans the Telegraph's Gillian Harvey,
but that was about it.

 … While I do have the language skills required to organise my finances at the bank, arrange a play-date for my children and have a parent-teacher meeting at the school (although my brain often aches after such encounters), it’s the subtleties of language that I miss.