I am afraid the write up sounded like a complaint about understanding, when, really, I should be bouncing off the walls for joy in that I understood so much and managed to play a Swedish speaker reasonably successfully. Ok, so I had to repeat the information to the slaves in the kitchen about the middle outhouse being out of baby wipes three times before they understood me, but that was the only time that people didn't understand what I said, and I don't think they were expecting that topic...