Good morning, good afternoon and good evening readers,

Oh no, the neighbour is trying to talk to us. Here comes the challenge.

CONTENDERS, ARE YOU READDDYYYY????

GLADIATORS, ARE YOU READDDYYY??

Erm, no I am not.

Friendly neighbour: Barev dzes
Us: Yes, Barev neighbour
Friendly neighbour: Something Armenian, something Russian.
Awkward shuffle and stare from our part.
Us: Ah, yes Angliatsi em. 

Okay, so we had just told her we were English and she is reeling off in this Armenian/ Russian hybrid language. All you can do at this point, is nod and shake your head at times. I don’t know what I am agreeing or disagreeing to. I’ve probably just sold a vital organ. Ah, Amy has just heard her ask if we want to come over to tea. Damn, I’ve just been telling her no. She is very smiley in her rejection. At one point we thought she asked Amy if she was a boy or a girl. Or did she ask if Amy has children? Or am I her child now? Or am I a boy or a girl?

We essentially spent the next ten minutes laughing with each other, smiling and generally not knowing what on earth was going on. She had such a sparkly face. I miss talking with strangers. 

Anyway, she gives us a note and we think she has given us her number so we can go round for tea. What a diamond. We are so excited. What should we wear? Should we bring cake? I hope she has milk for the tea. We arrive at work and hand the note to the volunteers, bursting with excitement as to what it might say. Does she think we are lovely? Will she be our friend? Oh, the suspense is killing me!

……

“One room in apartment for rent. One girl preferred. Call this number”

Oh. Right. Well.

She doesn’t want us round for tea because she thinks we are amazing people at all. She wants us to help her find someone to rent a room in her apartment. She has Amy’s number now, so I guess she will be moving out. Yet another example of not knowing what on earth is going on. You’ve got to laugh though haven’t you.

In constant confusion,
C x