Someting veree strange as appened to me. A few days agoo, as I was in ze park, a football hit mee in ze ead. I lost conscience for a seconde or two. But zen, sudenlee, I started speeeking in a French accent. I could not stop eet. What ever I said came out in a French accent.
Le docteur he said that eet iz "mental reversal syndrome"! He explain to me perhaps some time in ze past I ear someone iz speeeking in a French accent and zis is imprinted in my brain. With hit of football I revert to that mode of speeeking sub conscience lee. I now speeke like Hercules Poirot or Maurice Chevalier or Edith Piaf but wiz a male voice!
Problem iz ... I now also write in French accent also. When I write ... I try write in proper Engleesh as I learnt from a book in schoool. But words come out on computer screen in French accent. As you can seee.
Also, since zis 'az 'appened, I seem to be followed by a lot of escargots ... how you say? Zee snails ... zey follow me wiz a garlicke sauce or zee French onions soup!
I also seem to 'ave discovered a liking to painting like zee Too Loose Le Trick zee French portrait painter. He was veree short and only painted zee knees. When I paint zee portrait I stand on zee ladder so I only paint zee nozes.
So zere you ave eet. For time beeing I write to you ere with French accent. Pleeeze you write to me in French accent also so I eez able to under stand you. Merci.