The French language is fond of many things.
Among them:
technical-sounding terms
and
nicknames.
Run-of-the-mill illnesses are a good example of this.
In English, my silence last week was due to
a stomach bug and a bad cold.
In French, I was afflicted with a gastro-entérite and a rhinopharyngite;
or, for short, I went to bed with a gastro and a rhino.
Either way, I'm in fine fettle now and almost ready to tell you about an exciting creature called
The Trappou.
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