There was some discussion recently, on a forum that I visit, about flags and the general hysteria supporting the English football team. Last Tuesday in Manchester it was no exaggeration to say that about 20% of cars on the road were sporting at least 2 flags of St George, many houses were covered in flags and street sellers were doing a roaring trade. If you live in England and are fed up with all the fuss, then come to France. There just isn't the same passion or support for their team and I have seen no evidence of flag waving. Having said that the French team are not playing too well and things might improve if they make the final. Fat chance!
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I've no idea how these guys do it. It's 33C in the shade and they hit tennis balls all afternoon. The other thing that amazes me is the amount of food they eat. No picking at lettuce leaves here, mes amis. As we have underestimated their collective appetite we head off for an additional top up shopping trip. Zut alors!
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For dinner Jan prepared a melon and ham starter, oven baked salmon with a ginger, lime juice and coriander topping and a bread and butter pudding made with panetone. It all went!
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