Allez le Pays de Galles !
Trombone lesson yesterday was about projection. Yes, it's school hols, but what with Renaud being a militaire and all that he'd had to skip a lesson a few weeks back so we met up yesterday at the music school to catch up. He'd mentioned the rugby match when he phoned to arrange the time, so I dug out my Welsh cap and wore it to wind him up.
It's funny the words you don't learn. He proposed a small wager. I thought he was suggesting that they were playing at the Stade de France. ( On parie ? En Paris ? ) Anyway, once I had grasped the concept I didn't take him up on it !
The proposed wager was our cars. Since I have a 2003 Berlingo, somewhat the worse for wear with 160000 km on the clock and Renaud has a 2009 BMW 320d, he stood to lose more than I did !
A measure, perhaps, of his confidence in the French team. Or should I say the French herd, since most of them are built like bulls...
Anyway we lost the match but at least I kept my car.
It's funny the words you don't learn. He proposed a small wager. I thought he was suggesting that they were playing at the Stade de France. ( On parie ? En Paris ? ) Anyway, once I had grasped the concept I didn't take him up on it !
The proposed wager was our cars. Since I have a 2003 Berlingo, somewhat the worse for wear with 160000 km on the clock and Renaud has a 2009 BMW 320d, he stood to lose more than I did !
A measure, perhaps, of his confidence in the French team. Or should I say the French herd, since most of them are built like bulls...
Anyway we lost the match but at least I kept my car.
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