Cheese, free offers and trolleys

Cheese, free offers and trolleys

I have just returned from a week in France, great time, iffy weather, plenty cheese based meals (oh how glad I am not have a cholesterol test booked for this week) and so much to see and do.  Started the trip at the Le Mans 24 hour race.............very different atmosphere from the F1 grand prix which I am used to and a great tram link from the circuit to the hotel made life easy.  I want a tram in my town now.................I wonder what the planners will think about that? 

On arrival home I checked my emails and now have a new offer (apart from the powered mobility scooters, walk in baths, herbal remedies etc which you regular readers have heard me mention).  I have now been offered a trial pack of Tena Lady pads.  Now then, I realise that some people do have a weak pelvic floor and would appreciate a free pack of these modern day incontinence aids........I, however do not have a weak floor.  My floor is fully fitted with no slippage at the edges and no crumpling in the middle thank you very much.  Even when I laugh insanely at stuff no wee comes out.

The French are welcome to take over the duties of the Royal Mail here.  As I have yet to receive either the missing Christmas post or a reply to my last complaint letter on the subject, anyone other than the Muppets currently running the postal service would be a bonus.  I posted seven cards from a remote French village where the post box looked as if it was last used during the French Revolution.  They arrived in England two days, yes two days, later.  Vive la France!  I will shortly be booking a December trip to France to post my cards and parcels.

Having visited Camembert during the trip, I learned that the white scabby rind on the cheese is created by injecting it with penicillin.  Thanks for the warning on the food safety labels (not......) for those of us who are highly allergic to the stuff and who will stop breathing should it be ingested.  In any case, soft cheese just looks rank and is one of those things that should never be put in your mouth, along with curry, pot noodle, chilli and assorted other oddities for sale in the supermarket.

I visited the Bayeux Tapestry last week which is always worth a trip.  Afterwards as it was approaching lunchtime, the little cafe nearby was a handy eatery with more cheese based food on the menu.  Having negotiated a plethora of American tourists who were trying to order their food using a very slooooooow voice and opening their mouths wiiiiiiiide, a table was found adjacent to the street.  Not any ordinary street, oh no.  The view was of the ambulance bay at the local hospital.......a busy place with drip dependant patients on trolleys arriving every few minutes.  This gave rise to a new lunchtime game, “Guess What Ailment French Granny Has”.  Not really very dignified for the patients but space was short.

Au revoir!