Rink-y dinky parlez vous......

My goddaughter, who is a Swiss miss, has come to Edinburgh for New Year. Unlike her parents who both speak 5 languages, Sabina only speaks Swiss German and a little French. I can't even speak German German, let alone any fancy kind, and my French is a little like the comedy French you'd once have heard on 'Allo, 'Allo!

So far, we've mostly been communicating through the medium of mime, with a few dance steps thrown in for good measure. And in those awkward moments, when nobody can think of a word, I find that cake works wonders. The iced version, obviously...