Getting the messages...

Continuing the theme of skipping childhood and going from baby to teenager I went to get the shopping today.

Scottish people call that getting the messages. Most english people we know don't understand that, but our flemish friends do as they call it boodschapen, which literally translates as messages. Mummy found this out at a flemish funeral years ago, wondering why the priest kept talking about groceries all through the service. Perils of an English dutch teacher!

The reason I'm weirdly babbling on about flemish and English translations is because this week my speaking has done a huge big leap forward, in English as well as flemish and mama andnpapa are loving it. Except for the phrase 'not tired' obviously