Despite the 84% in my French test, my spoken French tends to be me looking confused and repeating back to the person in front of me what they've just said. If I can understand it. So this week:
At the boulangerie picking up a lunch order for a meeting the only thing I understood was when they asked me if I needed a receipt. The rest might as well have been Icelandic. It probably was, on reflection.
On the phone yesterday I managed to cobble together "Je ne comprends pas tout ce que vous avez dit...est-ce qu'il y a quelqu'un là qui parle anglais...?"
And today in the pharmacy I mainly just repeated words back to the pharmacist looking confused. It wasn't that I didn't understand the words, but that I didn't understand what the fuck he was asking. Why would I be in your computer? Tant pis, and all that. At the end of the day, it's still the end of the day.
I long for a time when conversation is not something that gives my eyebrows a double workout. I reckon it's going to take years. Tomorrow I have to take something back to a shop and ask to exchange it. This is going to be most amusing.