My lovely Ukrainian cleaner comes on a Wednesday and I try to be out of the house to give her a clear run at it. Inevitably, I say goodbye and almost immediately after I’m back to grab something I have forgotten. I mean, often, I am back more than once. I feel pretty foolish when this happens.
She said to me, “Don’t worry, as I say to all my friends, Irish people always come back three times.” Not, I think, as comforting as she intends it to be.
At least I get to practice my Ukrainian as I flit back and forth:
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It appears Cyrillic is not supported by WordPress but in a way the above is a much better representation of what is actually happening when I speak Ukrainian.
It’s an ill wind and all that.
I try to only come back one, maybe twice, when I go out to the car. đŸ™‚
Impressive achievement levels!