Of course I am not offended that he put his big red Financial Mafia label as close to Jersey as he could without getting my back up. After all we didn’t raise an objection to a ruddy great windfarm we can see from Noirment Point! We rather like the idea of renewables, and besides, anytime we have jet fuel, we can augment the French grid when theirs is offline in the capacitor department...
As for calling the Breton women, ... what was it something like women without intelligence? Fucking wait that one out then! I happen to know my French line of antiquity. I bet I have a lot of Breton Cousins!
Right I am definately getting that scyth sharp tomorrow morning. I am making a Brioche with figs overnight, with Kamut flour. It’s one of those wait and see loaves. I skimmed ff the bit of mold into a Well sterilised bowl. It threw off two elastic bands over the top of the cover, saying it needed to breath!
We settled for a clean bit of paper and a Well laundered Linen tea towel. It’s a very chatty culture!
Can’t go wrong with a boil wash and a hot iron on a bit of linen. My Granny told me! She was a nurse for the troops in the first world War... she never actually said which ones I assumed British until now. I might have a skeleton to dust off from the closet, you never know!
I have a sneaky suspicion my bed corners need some research. She said that every time they made a bed it was for someone to die in, so it had to be made perfectly. She showed me how. I make our beds like that. You never know when you might die in bed she said! I think my Grandparents did talk a lot about dying bless them. Anyway you got to get a grip on the idea of dying before it’s too late.
I obviously started at an early age due to geopolitical circumstances, A lot of relatives dying, over the years, from some remarkable and painful conditions. They are sorely missed. They were very good value as relatives go.
I am not going to be a very good corpse. My family probably won’t bother coming to my funeral, and I don’t know if I have any friends. Perhaps I could hire an orchestra for my funeral, at least it won’t look like I am a recluse that never got a life past the front door, and most of the garden...