I am writing this on this dismal, grey, wet, windswept Monday, Here is a fantastic French word to welcome the new week – “Bof” (pronounced as it is written).
“Bof” sums up the total lack of enthusiasm with which most workers greet to new week, especially on a really miserable Monday morning
A typical Monday morning conversation between Pierre and Albert – two fictional work colleagues
Pierre – “Salut! Tu vas bien?” (saloo too var bee anne ?)
Albert – “Bof”
Translation (as if it needed one)
Peter – Hi, how are you?
Albert – Bof (mustn’t grumble)
Imagine that you are invited round to dinner by someone who collects wine labels or wallpaper samples. You know your evening will be “bof”. You won’t be so bored that you might be contemplating murder or suicide as a good way to prematurely end the evening, you will however be extremely non-plussed and thus “bof”
Today has been particularly « Bof », and I daresay that tomorrow will be « Bof » too.