Who likes ironing?
Getting back to the topic of yesterday, I would like to say that we have an idiom in Hungarian that I will try to translate: ”You are as many people as many languages you speak.” When my son does not like to study new words in English and in Slovak or does not want to practise his writing skills, I always say this idiom to him. I try to explain him how important it is when people understand each other in their own language. Do you have such an idiom in your mother tongue?
All of you have already found out a lot of things about me. You know what I like doing in my free time. You know that I like cooking and baking in the kitchen, that I am obsessed with learning English and cleaning the house (the latter one is only in my children’s opinion), that I am into British music, that I like gardening, that I love reading, that I like animals and above all I love my family and I like spending time with them….
Last year in my English lesson we got a task to draw what we hate and what we hate doing. Then everybody had to explain to the classmates why she or he hates it and the others had to persuade her or him about the opposite. Drawing does not belong among my strengths, so it was quite a hard exercise for me. Finally, I drew a picture with an ironing board and an iron in it because firstly, ironing is the only housework that I hate doing, secondly only that came to my mind at that time. My classmates started to argue and persuade me that while I am ironing I can listen to music or I can have a chat with my son and so on. That is right. Actually, I do all these things while I am ironing but I have not begun to like the ironing yet.
Then we had an open debate about my classmates’ ideas. We all agreed that we hate queuing in the shops, we hate cigarette smoke, smoking and drinking. By the way, my husband gave up smoking three months ago. Csilla did not want to believe it when we told her. We are all happy that he made a step to live a healthier life. Personally, I hate mobile phoning as well, especially when people call each other in a restaurant during their lunch or dinner. Unfortunately, as a businessman, my husband uses the phone a lot. Someone stood up for her opinion that she hates animals and someone insisted on hating to wear high heeled shoes. What do you hate and what do you hate doing?
I must be going as I have to do some ironing. Only one day is left to spend together with Csilla.
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