Thursday, 26 April 2012
Wednesday, 25 January 2012
Sunday, 22 January 2012
Thursday, 19 January 2012
Wednesday, 18 January 2012
Tuesday, 17 January 2012
To use one of the most delightful phrases in the Spanish language (from my extremely limited knowledge) the reason my writing is so sporadic is that: most of the time "no tengo ganas" to write. Literally translated it means I don't feel like doing something but because "tengo" means "I have" I always think of it as not "having ganas." Excuse my puddle brain explanation. It just sounds good! And I am going to force myself to post more things even if I'm lacking in "ganas!" Buenas noches, dulce suenos :)
Monday, 16 January 2012
There was one particular case study which tickled me. The midwife arrived at a house which contained 24 children. At first glance it looked like a school but it was indeed a family. The number had partly been reached by having 2 sets of twins which I guess is 2 for the price of 1 in the world of family sizes! The wife was Spanish and spoke no English and a teenage daughter interpreted between her and the midwife. However, what became evident as time elapsed was that the daughter also interpreted between Conchita and her husband because he spoke no Spanish!
Reminds me of a scene in the film Truly Madly Deeply where Nina is translating a postcard for her boss from his son who is Spanish as is also his ex wife.She says, you really ought to learn Spanish so you can communicate with your son. That was really the problem you had with Gabriella, you couldn't communicate. He turns round and says, no, no, that was the problem. It was when we started to communicate that we started having problems!
You had to be there really, maybe if you've seen the film you'll appreciate the story. And I recommend call the midwife: http://www.radiotimes.com/programme/n76c4/call-the-midwife
http://uk.lifestyle.yahoo.com/video/family-13177984/vinnie-jones-hands-only-cpr-advert-27776374.html (advert at beginning can't be avoided..)
Saturday, 14 January 2012
How can choosing a coffee be so stressful? I knew i wanted a latte, small one (whatever they're called) but was distracted by another option which was significantly cheaper. When I changed to this I was subject to an interogation. Did I know what I'd chosen? Was it what I was expecting? Did I know what I was letting myself in for? When I conceeded, feeling rather foolish that I didn't know what it was and that, no, a strong expresso wasn't what I wanted I returned to the latter. I was then questioned as to what I had been imagining when I changed to the other option. What had been going through my head? A full counselling session in the space of a minute! Emotionally exausted and wrangled I slumped into a chair supping on a latte to recover. It was scrumny by the way.
Sunday, 1 January 2012