I Can Like to be Having a Rrrrreally Big Stick!

So there I was, bracing myself for the onslaught of having my house invaded for the second time in one month.  The mental body armour was taken out of the closet, oiled, polished and shiny.  I was prepared to do battle the second the first insult was thrown my way.  Calm, icy politeness and aloofness were going to be the order of the day.  Oh, no one would feel comfortable but no one would be able to figure out the reason for the discomfort!

It turns out the battle preparations were not necessary.

What a waste of anguish!

Whether the Sand People are apologetic for their previous behaviour towards me, whether they are more relaxed as a result of being on holiday or whether the fact that no Katt has graced their property for the last four years dropped a huge hint I cannot say.  The weekend was delightful, exhausting and left me with a huge guilt trip about all the nasty things I said in the previous blog entry.

Is there a lesson to be learnt?  Probably, but which one?

Don’t hold grudges?

Never say nasty things on your blog because nice people take the time to read it and comment and you end up feeling too guilty to delete the offending post?

Forgive and forget?

Whatever the case may be, I have my super big stick out and I am clobbering myself for a) the fact that I am NOT a nice person, b) life’s lessons are hard learnt and c) I don’t forgive myself for my mistakes and thus keep clobbering myself with my super big stick.

After this weekend another item has been added to the list of Things to Beat Myself Up About – the way I speak lately.

The basic theory of evolution is “Use it or lose it.”  The same goes for language – 5 years of high school German is now limited to “Thank you,” “Goodbye” and “Please.”  As a result of being constantly surrounded by non-English speaking people of the Non-German variety, my English has taken on a decidedly flat accent.  And I can’t say I like it.

In the past I have had much fun confounding people as to where I come from.  So far the list includes the UK, the USA (that one was a stretch of the imagination I admit), Australia and Germany (that might be based on physical appearance).  These days I don’t think I can be taken for anything other than Souf Effriken.  “Nice” has become “naais,” “style” has become “staail.”  Oi!

So, I fink I can laaik to haf mor koffee and fen go an’ ‘donder’ maaiself wif a big stik.