The old lady selling vegetables outside the metro station had a chuckle when I gave her my request. I usually get confused when she tells me the final price which is normally said so quickly and with such a strong accent that I get the amount completely wrong. But on this occasion after successfully ordering potatoes, onions, peas, chilli and courgettes I asked her for a kilo of shoes - gazar not gazma! The vegetable stew was especially good and as I am always willing to help Jane with her Arabic homework (you'll appreciate what a great help I can be) and because she has just got back from a girls weekend away I should now have enough brownie points to have an evening out next Saturday to watch England win the rugby Six Nations Grand Slam. Pete
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