More English Boobs, I mean, Booboos

It never ends. Yesterday a good friend of mine was telling someone about how well we get on. She was overheard making a derogatory remark about me, and the listener asked how long we had known each other. In fact, we have only just met, but have some sort of connection.

My new friend said "Oh, Janis and I have a very good repetoire." Surely she meant rapport? Sigh.

And another one - which was not a joke, despite the hillarity - upon hearing that a mutual friend had pluracy, he asked me if that meant you see double.

Again, I have to ask myself: "How stupid do you have to be to be able to dress yourself and find your way to work every morning?"

The answer, unfortunatly, is that apparantly, it doesn't matter. One look around my office will confirm this sad fact, and if you stay and listen, you will know that I am right. English doesn't live here anymore.

When your cat laughs at you...

So I started singing lessons recently (I have always loved singing, and want to make the most of the gift I have) and there are several voice training exercises to do every day.

The strangest ones are the sighing, and the one called the siren (yes, it is exactly what you think it is).

The other day I was practising, and my cat came in and looked at me as if I was a piece of strange, mouldy, old cheese. I could swear she almost laughed, meowed at me, and stalked away.

The neighbour’s kids already think I am strange because I play the piano and saxophone from time to time, and I often see them gathering at the gate looking in pointing and laughing, but my cat is supposed to accept me and love me for who I am dammit. I mean, who feeds her after all?

I am not necessarily a wanna-be Diva, but when your cat laughs at you when you sing, it is very discouraging. Besides, the rules for practising specifically say we should practise in a place where we are not hindered by anything such as people who may laugh at us. I think I shall ask her to add cats, dogs, and children too.

Siiiiiiiiiiiiiigh...