Were you at Aunt Billies Café on Surrey Road last week? Did you hear me singing? I’m sorry … but I had a good reason! We were singing the “ing”.
You see – it is almost Christmas but it is also the first time I had coffee with these lovely mums from Miss6’s prep classroom. When I joined the table, J & P were deep into conversation about our mini people dropping the ‘g’ sound from the end of their words. Help’n, Hugg’n, Hang’n. That classic Australian sound is creeping into the vernacular of our babies already – and well – it’s a little scary.
“There’s an Actors tip for that one” Mrs P said. “What you do is push the tips of your index fingers into your nose to stop the air escaping when you make the ‘ing’ sound. Now try singing it!”
You just tried it didn’t you? I got confused. I’m still confused! Where do I put my fingers? How does this work? Mrs P – can you repeat it for me again?
To be honest, I don’t mind that I can’t remember. I was simply loving a day that began by singing the ‘ing’ with two lovely ladies.
We ordered breakfast. We ate what became brunch, and we left just after lunch at 1pm. The French toast with coconut icecream and mango was so good that I threw self-discipline aside to finish the entire plate. That was quite a feat – it was a big, brunchy breakfast.
The weather was warm, the conversation even warmer still – and those flashes of yellow you spy as you drive by … they’re telling you something! Next time – pop in.