That's either Englian, or Italish.
I'm not at my linguistic best when distracted or tired or both.
Which probably accounts for both the confusion and the panic on the part of the pilgrim who, this evening, decided to just wander into my garden and try to use my outside well water tap.
The words (bar one) shot over his head but the tone was uncompromising.
Or maybe my grubby, enraged face and rather eclectic "sparkly day wear meets pajama bottoms meets only one Faux Ugg cos the kitten is in the other one" sartorial elegance conveyed my postition more clearly that I could muster up in actual words.
Well that's what you get when you disturb a woman who is finishing a Mesopotamia roll and stumbling into the prep for a project on "maps, the different types, what they do and why we use them"
At least he can go home and warn the rest of his village that for sure the miracle water doesn't cure madness cos there is a right nutter living at the source.
Unbalanced resident - 1 (with knobs on)
Pilgrim sprinting in terror - nil