Margo, you made me guffaw. That can be hard to do and you did it!
Sat 23 Jan, 2016 03:46 pm
We spent a few days up on the Northern Coast of France a year or so back, in a little seaside place called Wimereux.
Down by one of the seafront hotels there were a pair of Macaws in a large aviary, which squawked and talked with any passer by who stopped to listen.
They spoke in French (obviously, I suppose), and we spent several pleasant moments listening to them yabbering on, whilst not really understanding too much.
On the final day, my brother and French sister in law arrived to join us on the next leg of our journey, and I introduced them to these charming macaws as we strolled down the prom.
After a minute or two of chat with them, I was informed by the French speakers that they were basically just stringing a lot of very bad swear words together which all boiled down to the fact that they would very much like it if all the tourists f**ked off home at our earliest convenience.