Phyllis has just set me a challenge: I’m to blog something interesting in ten different languages, not including English, Danish and German, over the next ten days, as a punishment for pointing out that her knowledge of basic kanji is somewhat limited.
It’s obviously fairly easy to blog in Spanish, Esperanto, Nynorsk and so on, but if I am to reach ten, I guess I have to use most of Georgian, Japanese, Basque, Russian, Czech, Latin, Swedish, Dutch, Italian, French, Portuguese, Gaelic or some of the weirder languages I’m supposed to have some knowledge of.
I was born in the year of the Metal Pig, and we’ve just entered the year of the pig again.
To quote from the article: “Astrologers say that people born during the Year of the Pig are lucky, as a pig is a symbol of plenty, as well as of fertility, and many get married during the Year of the Pig to guarantee healthy, wealthy offspring.”
Although I don’t believe in Chinese astrology any more than I believe in the European equivalent, it’s a rather nice, cosy feeling to believe I have a lucky, fertile year ahead of me! 🙂
When I walked past the Bistro du Sud in Cambridge Street an hour ago, all the furniture had been stripped out, and the waitress was standing there with a boy and a man, looking happy.
I hope they’re just renovating it – I would hate to see it close, given that it’s one of my favourite restaurants in Glasgow, and just round the corner from our flat.