Posted by: okathleen | September 27, 2009

First Day

Around a table, there we all sat, eager and earnest. Filling in forms. An elegant room in an elegant house overlooking an elegant garden square. And peering out of the window, our course leader, crossed between Christopher Biggins and Julius Caesar, in conversation with an underling.

Mmm yes, not bad…

I overheard, well I didn’t overhear, it was loud and clear for all of us to tune in to.

Mmm, yes, my boys go to school locally… starting to speak with a scouse accent… which of course I hate…

Really? I looked around, it didn’t seem to have registered with anyone else.

With any of the native scouse speakers around the table.

Was he mad?

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