This is a couple of years old, but does tie in with the last post, so I thought I would follow on with a prequel (doesn’t make sense but neither do I most of the time) 🙂
When I was a very small boy I didn’t speak English. My family communicated with me by using pictures. I would say something and they would get out various  books and when I spoke they pointed to things until I nodded.
An example; I once informed them that there was,”A howashay bin da cowashay”. After several books, even more tantrums (they weren’t very good at it) and a walk around the farm they finally understood. “There was an elephant in the cowshed”. Of course, I was the only one who could see said elephant, so much had to be taken on trust.
One day an electrician came to do some work and so I assisted him (fresh meat). Upon leaving he posed a question to my mother.
“Nice kid, when’s he going back?”
“Back where?” asked mum
“To France, he is French isn’t he?”
“No! He’s my son.” Picking up…
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loved reading your interesting post 🙂
Thank you Tanveer, so glad you enjoyed it, thanks for reading.
my pleasure Charlie 🙂