Trust me – I speak Engleesh

Basin Finkwiller, Restaurants at night, Strasbourg July 2006
We took our nipper to see the doctor today – for one of those harrowing hyperdermic appointments.

The doctor in question came highly recommended by way of an American acquaintance of ours.

Of course this recommendation was not based upon his abilty to diagnose symptoms; his charming bedside manner; nor his dexterity with a stethoscope. No. His ability to speak English was all that mattered.

It’s amazing how much you are prepared to trust someone – just because they can speak your language. But I suppose until we have mastered the ins and outs of French medical terminology – what choice do we have?

“Tony Blair? Oh yes – he’s an excellent Prime Minister – I mean – he speaks English!”

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