A lot of the car park ticket machines around here give you the option of seeing the instructions for use in several languages. Now forgive me for being stupid but there are four simple actions involved in using a ticket machine:
1 Put your ticket in
2 Read a number
3 Put in enough money to reduce that number to nil
4 Take your ticket
In this idiot proof world that we live in, I could make a strong case that anyone who needs instructions in his native tongue to complete the above should go straight back to his mother's womb and most definitely should not be driving a car!
Talking of dog food (well I was thinking about it) Max contrived last night to eat a large portion of Jan's jeans, whilst she was wearing them and without her realising.
(Little Known Fact: the fabric that we know as denim was first made in Nimes and was known as "serge de Nimes". Levi Strauss shortened the name to denim.)
The restaurant in our village has been closed for a while because the chef has had health problems. The chef is a she, and is the wife of the couple who run the restaurant. Missing their company we invited them for dinner last night. Jan prepared an Italian meal which went down a storm. She is such a good cook, aren't I lucky?
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