A Daily Thing

There have been many things to adapt to for me since moving from France to Australia, and this is the beginning of an attempt to explain.

Sometimes, I win.  And by I, I mean French and by winning, I mean scoring points (in my head) over the English language (which is supposed to be soooo much more to the point and say everything with soooo much less flourish – have you detected the sarcasm yet?).

But today, look what I’ve got: en français, we say ‘poisson rouge’ while you, English language, choose to say ‘goldfish’.  Well they ain’t gold!  They have a goldish sheen, yes, but they’re clearly coloured red (or off-red, like a reddish orange).  So who’s being poetic and all flourish now, describing something in not such a straight to the point manner, huh?

So I win.  Cue my little victory dance (in my head).