Meade's Ball
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I am in Madrid at the moment.
My girlfriend lives here and is Spanish, so we fly each other´s way every few weeks for economy class lovings and landings with a skid. She was due to finish the job she is in on Tuesday, so in i flew via our good friends-to-delay Easyjet. She had her contract extended though, so into work she goes and leaves me in her flat on my own. This leaves me with a few dilemmas, one of course involing me wearing all her knickers at once and slowly de-butt-hair-and-winnet-ising them all afterwards to make sure she had no clue on her return; but mainly i had the social anxiety of feeling a fool if i leave the flat and someone asks me a question. I thought it important, though, to test the little bits of Spanish i have learnt over the past year, so i went to a major supermarket and basketed a series of things. It all went fine and no one spoke to me at all. The person at the checkout could clearly see i was not in the mood for talking and was a mentally insecure Brit with a fearful smile on his pasty, rotund cheeks, but didn´t pass me a word. I said GRACIAS to him as i left, but mostly that was for his silence rather than the items i bought being whizzed past his electronic reader so efficiently.
Someone i know told me this morning that if anyone had asked me anything i should have just nodded and pointed in a direction. My first thought was what if someone had asked me my name and i had bounced my head and cast a finger toward a tin of marrowfats or a small gherkin.
When i went to the bar last night, though, apparently they teased me by making me repeat the Spanish for shandy again and again. My girlfriend giggled and told me of their ruse. Pah to them.
Anyone have any advice of what i should do on my own today in Spain´s capital that i can live with?
My girlfriend lives here and is Spanish, so we fly each other´s way every few weeks for economy class lovings and landings with a skid. She was due to finish the job she is in on Tuesday, so in i flew via our good friends-to-delay Easyjet. She had her contract extended though, so into work she goes and leaves me in her flat on my own. This leaves me with a few dilemmas, one of course involing me wearing all her knickers at once and slowly de-butt-hair-and-winnet-ising them all afterwards to make sure she had no clue on her return; but mainly i had the social anxiety of feeling a fool if i leave the flat and someone asks me a question. I thought it important, though, to test the little bits of Spanish i have learnt over the past year, so i went to a major supermarket and basketed a series of things. It all went fine and no one spoke to me at all. The person at the checkout could clearly see i was not in the mood for talking and was a mentally insecure Brit with a fearful smile on his pasty, rotund cheeks, but didn´t pass me a word. I said GRACIAS to him as i left, but mostly that was for his silence rather than the items i bought being whizzed past his electronic reader so efficiently.
Someone i know told me this morning that if anyone had asked me anything i should have just nodded and pointed in a direction. My first thought was what if someone had asked me my name and i had bounced my head and cast a finger toward a tin of marrowfats or a small gherkin.
When i went to the bar last night, though, apparently they teased me by making me repeat the Spanish for shandy again and again. My girlfriend giggled and told me of their ruse. Pah to them.
Anyone have any advice of what i should do on my own today in Spain´s capital that i can live with?
Thanks.
