Today, exceptionally, the blog is in English.
Jeg undskylder lige på forhånd – jeg har faktisk hele to engelsktalende læsere! Det synes jeg er ret godt klaret – så dagens indlæg er derfor på engelsk til ære for dem! Og skulle du få lyst til at læse noget andet så kan du læse kapitel 16 i julekrimien herovre – den har jeg nemlig skrevet!
I have heard that my blog is read – either by the doubtful help of Google translate – or by the valuable help from a Jane I know, by american readers.
So, that makes two English speaking people, or Americans to be exact, who dare to enter the world of King Mom on The Apple hill. Now that is a fact that makes me really proud. Imagine that two people actually want to get through the barrier of the weird Danish language to be able to read the stories of my funny life. That is just such a huge thing!
Unfortunately my English is far from being subtle enough to express what I do in Danish, and this text will have been corrected by my dear Fiona before popping up at your screens. Thank you Fiona – and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
But as they honor me – I therefore have decided to dedicate today’s blog to Carolyn and Michelle – in English!
Hope you both can feel that I’m waving with both arms!!
Language is strange. And I do know that it is a tiny percentage of the brain that is being used in the spoken part of language. All the rest is body language, mimics and all the other funny applications the human body has stored on the hard disc.
The spoken – or in this case written – language tends to be very useful when wanting to communicate with aliens or other species such as Germans, Chinese or my two sweet Americans readers!
The funny thing about languages is that the more you know the easier it becomes to learn a new one.
Language is also useful when young people try to communicate with other youngsters from another country. Today I went to Caen with the Diva and some other pupils – not as a mom – but as the president of the parents association to assist at an award ceremony.
The reason of our presence at this ceremony was to be found in the annual exchange with another European school class. The school project done for this exchange was so fabulous that they won a prize.
First – for long and numerous minutes we were listening to men taking themselves very serious, before they got to the point – the young students in Calvados that worked hard on those prize winning projects.
The mayor even dropped by to congratulate the Diva and kissed her – the French way on the cheeks! She just didn’t know who it was until I told her..
Of course I chose that moment to make a complete fool of myself, and dishonor the whole school, not to mention my poor daughter.
By the end of these long minutes I had this awful tickle in my nose.
In fact I am sure that a mosquito bit me on the inside of my nose last night. It has driven me absolutely mad all day. The bite that is! Haven’t seen the shadow of any mosquito.
I have to say that it really is not very nice to have the inside of your nose tickling, not only does it tickle a lot, but the charm of having a finger up your nose every five minutes, is rather limited, if you see what I mean.
So trying to act like a lady with my fingers far away from my poor nose, I tried to concentrate on the speeches contemplating the different projects.
And then.. I could feel it coming. A sneeze sneaking up from behind! I really tried my best to retain it but it was so much stronger than me. And while my fingers were desperately seeking that funny spot where you can stop almost any sneeze, that very same minute the sneeze went off.
As my fingers were blocking both nostrils what happened was that an enormous sound spluttered out!
So embarrassing I can tell you.
Luckily I was standing in the back so no one really noticed that it was me, but still. The sound was hanging in the air for ages.
And the Diva immediately was sure it was me when she heard the sound, but then she dismissed the thought as totally ridiculous.
And the sound didn’t sound like a sneeze, not even a Danish sneeze, but more like someone snorted scornfully.
And that, unfortunately, is very international.