As there is nothing more frustrating than blog silence. Mine is a result of suddenly becoming very busy (but outside the Cupboard). Add to that an Easter visit to my Italian mamma (who lives near Lancaster). My father was all soft edges. My mother is all hard corners. They evened each other out. The only mistake my father made was dying too young. My mother's edges have become distinctively sharp as she totters into her late 80s. The frustrating thing is that she is often right in her acerbic comments.
Comments like 'I haven't seen your daughters with a book in their hands' as Luisa sat glued to Hanna Montana from dawn to dusk. I always mumble something ineffectual about how they read in Glasgow.
Now, I know she is right and I should be a bit more assertive on the book front but her talking about how she read anything she could lay her hands on shouldn't really be used as an argument. In her day the only other activity was embroidering white linen so I reckon reading was the equivalent of her watching TV. No doubt her old grandmother Carolina (whom I was named after) was probably making the same acerbic comments to my mother's mother.
Anyway, I am back in the blogworld so look out for some distinctly flaky future blogs.
Hope you all had a happy Easter!
When I worked on phrasebooks I don't think we even included the word volcano in the dictionary section of our phrasebooks.
