'I thought I'd come along to interpret as he doesn't speak good english.' She whispered in my ear before she took a seat in the corner of the room.
I delivered the news that the cat required 'ultrasound exam to check liver and spleen for bleeding.' or in english a cancer hunt.
Mrs Fox remained quiet throughout.
'So that's ten to ten on Wednesday for the scan?' She asked finally at the end.
'No, ten to nine.' I replied.
'Oh, yes ten passed nine.' She smiled.
'No, I mean eight fifty.' I tried to clarify, speaking loudly as she leaned in closer.
'Right you are eight fifteen!'
'No! Iz eight fifty!' Bellowed the Italian.
Somehow I don't think he will be bringing his interpreter on Wednesday.