Ich spreche kaum Deustch

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Mum just rang asking if I was up to her picking me up to go visit Grandad. The answer was, sadly, no, but we had a nice conversation, and I'm glad she at least asked so that hopefully soonish we can organise it, I haven't seen him in ages(*). She's learning German at TAFE at the moment and really enjoying it, and it was so much fun being reminded of all the "Guten Tag, mein Name ist.." stuff, and explaining how to say "Ein tausend, zwei hundert, vier und dreizig" (1234). By the end of year twelve German had become this frustrating and depressing chore, I love the language but I'm just not that good at it. And after 13 years(!) I've forgotten most of it and always feel a sad little twinge when I see German stuff and have no idea what it says. But I still know more than mum :)

nb the title of this post means "I speak very little German". At least, that's what I think it means...

(*)Though at this point I doubt he remembers who I am to miss me :(

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[nephron.livejournal.com]

He might not remember who you are to miss you (so probably wouldn't be distressed by you not turning up), but he'd probably enjoy seeing you nonetheless, if/when you're able to see him. But you have to work within your own limits.

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*nods*