Ich muss mein Pferd verkaufen

Those of you that know me well will know that my plans change often. As soon as I had found a job in Italia (my 1/2 motherland), I got one in Leeds, and decided to stay in the Northern Smoke. Its pretty sweet, Govt travel agent....Still framing pictures on a Saturday.

Though, working a 46 hour week, and being 'social' 5 nights a week has its disadvantages

a) my feet hurt. A LOT. solutions on a postcard please.

b) when I have down-time to myself I contract chronic boredom. When It got to the point that I was stalking my best friends- sisters-boyfriends friends on Facebook I decided it might be time to forcibly invent something to do, in the form of visiting same friend whilst revising to administer massage.

I always think ts polite, when calling a foreign country, to at least say "Good morning, Do you speak English please?' in the appropriate language. Like, if someone called you at work was was like 'Guten Morgen, Ich muss mein Pferd verkaufen' or even " Доброе утро, вы продаете сыром?" (that's Russian by the way, which i don't try to speak, as I cant read the pictures, but I do begin Russian-bound emails with "Доброе утро")
You'd be like.....


*nervous shuffle*
"....errrr, I don't think they're in the office today. or ever. please don't call back."


However one day I got a bit too big for my boots, and decided to expand from the above, to 'Hello, Please may I speak with reservations?' upon a call to Paris......
















He was Scottish.

And I'm pretty sure I translated 'Reservations' wrongly.