We were watching a wildlife documentary the other day and that awful TV ad for Greek yogurt came on, (don't know if you've seen it) two girls are talking with each other and the camera pans out to expose them as mythical half girl half pony creatures, I can't find a picture of it. But anyway, my husband said that's where we need to go, Greece. I asked him why, because of the pony girls?
"No not at all, because they'll be some bloody cheap property out there when the drachma returns."
"Aren't they staying in the EU then?"
"They think they are," said P, "but I don't think many others do, not in the longer term, just a matter of time."
I didn't know whether he was being serious or not but I don't want to go and live there anyway and I told him so. I don't speak any Greek for a start, I do a bit of Spanish, and I'm not that keen on Greek food, no offence to any Greeks.
"OK no problem," said he, "we'll wait for the peseta to return instead."
I didn't argue with that, whether he was joking or not, I definitely do like Spanish food and I know my husband has a regard for those sultry senoritas.
We do have some odd conversations in our house from time to time and I'm sure it's the same in yours.
Ronnie
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