Another lazy day at the cottage….the peace was broken only by a phone call from Dr Afriat’s secretariat. Craig took the call and tried very hard to understand what she was saying, but quickly gave up and passed the phone over to me.
The secretariat speaks no English, so this was an exercise in futility. My side of the conversation consisted of many “Je ne comprends pas” (I do not understand) and even more “Je suis désolé” (I am sorry) and a few “Mon ami appelle-vous pour moi?” (My friend call you for me?)
The secretariat, however, was determined to make contact with this alien species so she forged on. I finally understood that I was to have a five minute massage. OK….this isn’t the bad news I feared would be coming from this phone call. A little massage would be good before seeing the doctor….but when?
“Quand?” I asked. “Cinq minutes” she replied. The ball’s back in my court now…..what do I answer? “Je ne comprend pas”
I could tell she was becoming frustrated but she wouldn’t acquiesce to defeat. She tried once again….this time pulling out the trump card….. “Un message en cinq minutes…..EMAIL.”
Ah…..that’s it…..I’m not to get a five minute massage…..I’m to get an email message in five minutes.
We waited patiently….the message was received on schedule….my appointment with the doctor has been changed to Saturday.
We spent the rest of the afternoon listening to our Michel Thomas French language tapes….. “voir” (to see), “avoir” (to have), “savoir” (to know).
Je comprends que je ne comprends pas très bien le français (I understand that I don’t understand French very well).
Jusqu’à demain…..until tomorrow