Today was the last of my IELTS exams... testing my ahem! speaking skills. The examiner looked like she might be Tamilian and looked mildly amused when I told her I worked for The Hindu. At first I thought she might have been impressed, but no.. that was clearly amusement. And then it was all downhill from there. In a space of fiteen minutes I managed to tell her
a) I dreamt of Rachel and Monica from Friends last night
b) My parents don't get along
c) The happiest family news we've had that I can remember is news that my dad was moving to Chennai which meant I wouldn't have to hear my parents fight anymore
d) My famile barely meets
e) When we do meet, we don't do anything together except stay at home and we never holiday together.
I know I know; it's just to test grammar but poor Mrs. Nagraj got more than she bargained for (clearly) and mum suggests she might fail me because I sound mildly psychopathic and the UK wouldn't want a seriously disturbed potential serial killer or axe murderer in their midst. Which, in retrospect, is definitely what I sounded like. Ah, well. It's my parents' fault.
