Thursday, February 28, 2019

And now, the end is near.

Well, I was going to do a post today about the neurosurgeon Henry Marsh. He is a great surgeon and one of the nicest people you can
Have should you end up with a brain problem. I have only met him once, when a friend was diagnosed with a brain tumour. I was listening to him on Desert Island Discs and he said nothing that changes my opinion.

Anyway, I've limped in to the end of Blogathon with a poorly laptop and having to use my phone to write this which is less than ideal! (1st world problem).

Do you remember that a few years back I refused to stop blogging daily after the Blogathon and kept going to May? Well I won't be doing that this year!

Wednesday, February 27, 2019

Tuesday, February 26, 2019

La Vie Francaise

I helped some of our owners to clear their garage today as they are about to list the house for sale and needed to tidy up. It turned out we just needed to do two runs with the van and the owners were very pleased by the end of the day. They did admit that we had however done the work in a very French way.

Here's how it went.

10.15 - Arrived at pre-arranged time.
10.16 - A cup of coffee and a catch up as I haven't seen them since last Autumn.
11.15 - Decide it's time to load up the van.
11.40 - Leave to go to the decheterie (refuse tip)
12.05 - Return to house
12.06 - Decide it is time for lunch
12.15 - Carrot Soup, Pate' and cold meats with salad, fruit tarts.
14.00 - Decide it's time to load up the van again.
14.20 - Leave for Decheterie. Won't accept the paint tins.
14.45 - Arrive second decheterie who won't accept paint tins.
15.15 - Arrive third decheterie who thankfully will take paint tins.
15.45 - Return to house.
15.46 - Decide we should have another coffee along with some strawberries and oranges.
16.15 - Declare ourselves well satisfied with the days work.
16.20 - Charged them for just half a days work as to be fair, most of the day was either eating or drinking and the rest pretty much swanning around in the van with the aircon on as it was 25 degrees today.

And that is pretty much why I prefer living here rather then West London!

Monday, February 25, 2019

Local Laughter

Well, not now, but before we came to France.

Milton Jones is one of the best one liner comedians about. Not for him building a 10 minute set about a visit to the local garden centre. He might do about a minute on that and still pack in more jokes than the 10 minute monologue that story based comedians would come up with.

He's different to Tim Vine who is the king of puns. Slightly more quirky.

He was born in Kew, and lives in Twickenham and is a stalwart of the Ealing Comedy Festival.

I've only heard him do the odd slot on the radio but listened today to an entire cd. I think that might be as much as you can take in one sitting but I shall have a listen to another one tomorrow.

One of my favourite bits today - My grandad was really ill so my grandma put lard all over his back, he went downhill fast after that.

Sunday, February 24, 2019

And Home.....

Well, we managed the early start. The shuttle bus ran when it was meant to, the assistance people organised my mum. Ryanair managed to leave on time and even got in early. And then mother had the pleasure of being carried down the stairs from the plane by four hunky firemen. Even at 87 she might be getting a taste for it.

The weather here is much the same as the UK but a bit warmer.

We had cottage pie for tea which was a good welcome home.

Mother has now gone to bed and I won't be far behind.

This international jet-setting is all too much. Even if it is only 1 hour difference!

Saturday, February 23, 2019


Just like Roy Castle, who sang a song called Dedication at the beginning of his show about the Guiness World Records, I am presently singing it to myself as I sit here at 10.42pm making sure I don't miss a post of this year's blogathon when I should really be trying to go to sleep since I only have five and a quarter hours before I have to get up to go to Stanstead.

And I don't suppose any of you will be there to see me off!

Friday, February 22, 2019

Dined like a King

By Jove, I've just had an excellent meal in St Albans. The best I've ever had in St A's.

Chicken livers with green apple sauce to start, ox cheeks with parsnip puree and some other bits for a main and an apple and blackberry crumble with ice cream for desert.

You could pay more for lower quality in the area, so well recommended.

Only complaints. £28 for three courses. A bit rich compared to what I pay in France for similar but that is probably down to business rates. And the noise level in the restaurant was over 80db. Over 100db in the bar. For God sake, what is it with the British and their need to talk so loudly? It was the same last night at a curry house in Hook, Hampshire.

If you find yourself near St A then it is well worth a visit. If you find yourself near Fanjaux, Southern France, it is worth a visit and a few more euros left in your pocket afterwards