Zoë has been "speaking" foreign languages all day today.
"This is how they shake a pillow out of the case in Spanish," she told me as we were stripping the beds (because every now and then I wash the sheets, hassle though it is).
"This is how they carry books in Arabic," she told me as we tidied up the living room.
"This is how they sit on their chairs in French," she told me at lunch.
And you know what? She's not wrong.
"This is how they shake a pillow out of the case in Spanish," she told me as we were stripping the beds (because every now and then I wash the sheets, hassle though it is).
"This is how they carry books in Arabic," she told me as we tidied up the living room.
"This is how they sit on their chairs in French," she told me at lunch.
And you know what? She's not wrong.
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