What I Go to School For

Although in Rome, I enjoyed the life of a lady who lunches (or drinks cappuccino, at least), once back in England I needed to find work.  As I have children, I wanted a job which offers flexible hours and time off in the holidays [Sure your poor work ethic didn’t have anything to do with it?? – Ed.  Shut… Continue reading What I Go to School For

Chocolate Brownies speak louder than words

Last Italian lesson of the year.  A quick recap of the basics: Teacher: “Come ti chiami?”  What is your name? Easy.  “Mi chiamo Barb.” “Quanti anni hai?”  How many years do you have? “Ho ventuno anni.”  I have 21 years (if only). “Di dove sei?” Ok, I know dove means where.  So where are we?  Aha: “A… Continue reading Chocolate Brownies speak louder than words