tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post7092451451902326409..comments2024-03-28T05:16:26.153+00:00Comments on You are witty and pretty! : Ranting and Raving, fottuto! Brittahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-2401684884629528302015-11-21T13:05:48.918+00:002015-11-21T13:05:48.918+00:00"the ceaseless screeching of rakes"
- ..."the ceaseless screeching of rakes" <br /><br />- Yeees I know it! Gwil Whttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03305768121713053837noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-32522837018263177532015-11-19T08:45:07.144+00:002015-11-19T08:45:07.144+00:00Imagine that even now I hesitated to put it in the...Imagine that even now I hesitated to put it in the header... :-) <br />The insegnante of my last two classes is my friend now, we often meet. When I changed class, by mistake I first went into the 'wrong' group - though it felt utterly right: so much giggle and good mood and lively discussions, which I joined in - and I only noticed after an hour that they used "the green book", meaning: they belonged to the 'advanced Advanced'. (They wanted me to stay - but I'm Old School and want "the bones" of a language first - though I will hurry up to learn and THEN join them again). <br />Did you need Italian for teaching? Or art? As a minor field of study to French? Brittahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-29368887181895168802015-11-19T00:20:21.582+00:002015-11-19T00:20:21.582+00:00Imagine learning fottuto in 1965, when I needed It...Imagine learning fottuto in 1965, when I needed Italian to graduate university. It was a small class and we sniggered a lot.Joanne Noragonhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16601010208310707750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-62150912340470075022015-11-18T19:33:02.435+00:002015-11-18T19:33:02.435+00:00Wow - I blush with joy for such a compliment, than...Wow - I blush with joy for such a compliment, thank you! Brittahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-11650729699636595552015-11-18T17:56:05.549+00:002015-11-18T17:56:05.549+00:00I do not need the Italian language skills that you... I do not need the Italian language skills that you speak of when I have a language so colourful that you are able to give me the words "the ceaseless screeching of rakes". Just wonderful. Rachel Phillipshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053924416805878169noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-90934890664906247032015-11-18T10:06:53.002+00:002015-11-18T10:06:53.002+00:00Thank you, Emma. When I read your blogs I do not g...Thank you, Emma. When I read your blogs I do not get the impression that you are idle! Brittahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10688373434576442657noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8594057670762283940.post-74287791513845801782015-11-18T09:53:29.890+00:002015-11-18T09:53:29.890+00:00You are a marvel to diligently keep at learning a ...You are a marvel to diligently keep at learning a new language. I feel like I am letting my brain languish.Emma Springfieldhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10543689047463574012noreply@blogger.com