A matter of accent.

Honestly, even if I record me, I'm not sure if I'm able to tell what the hell of an accent I got.

Clearly, must sound foreign. 

Each time I open my mouth with someone new, the question "where are you from" comes out.

I've been told a lot of nationalities and (fortunally) Italian has never been mentioned.

Scandinavian, French, Dutch, American, an old drinking-friend and my auctioneer say I'm getting the Wicklow accent but... weirdest of all...

Today, a regular customer told me I speak like a Dubliner.

WTF???

I swear, I don't frequent any Dubliner. There are no Dubliners at work. I don't know about any customer from there.

What I simply do is carefully listening to my co-workers (the most of them from Wicklow), Chef (who's Welsh, his accent deserves an award) and (surprise surprise) British shows (speak like Tim Roth and I'm gonna marry you!) and I try to repeat the same sound.

But, seriously, even if I spend 10 years trying over and over again, after 39 speaking Italian as first language, I won't ever, ever, ever be able to speak with that lovely London accent.

I just can say I coined my personal one: The Claire's Accent.