Oh look, I've got a special 4-legged furry bird that goes miaow.

I'll go out and talk to it

I've spent the day interpreting for a meeting where everyone's second language was English, and I now have a headache the size of a zepplin. Good lunch though!

(nights) My Dad's second language was English. I take your point, though.

I sympathise, used to do the same thing very regularly. Have you tried doing both sides of a German-French conversation? Imagine so, given you location. There's a reason interpreters only do twenty-minute shifts...