Wednesday, August 24, 2005

Now that's what I call service

Kevin has still not emerged by 9.40am this morning, by which time I have played tennis for over an hour, sorted out the world's problems over a coffee with William and finished yesterday's blog.

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Jan finally gets her wish and we buy a new barbecue with a lid. Not a major event in the scheme of things, but we have now become a two barbecue household. However, what was quite interesting was that there was no instruction book with the barbecue (that's another story). It's a Weber, but because my experience of dealing with French companies is not too good, even with the offshoot companies of other nations, I decided to call the States and sort it out with them. I talked to a chap called Fred Nelson who could not have been more helpful and within 5 minutes he had emailed an instruction book and a set of recipe cards. Now that's what I call service. No nation does it better.

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In the evening we were invited to dinner by a an acquaintance in a neighbouring village. It turns out he is quite a famous potter, particularly in the UK. In the next village, Vic le Fesque, don't you just love that name, is another very well known artist. It seems we may have stumbled into an artistic stronghold by accident.