Sorry

The thing I hate most about blogs is when they aren't updated regularly. I can't tell you how quickly I remove a blog from its current folder to archive when that happens. So in that vein you have no idea about the angst I feel when I don't update my own.

Finding something interesting or funny to say each day can be a real pain in the arse. So why do I do it and why do I care? That's an interesting question (only for you - Ed). I've written most of what I feel about living in France (and what I had for breakfast is hardly very interesting) so finding France related issues becomes more difficult. Funny is also difficult. It can be very personal and something I find funny one day might not be so funny the second (that's because you've already heard it you bozo - Ed).

Anyway, that's why I appreciate the blogs that are updated daily or at the very least frequently. So thank you to those that do.

New hope

I sometimes wonder why I bother to write all this rubbish (you're not the only one - Ed). And, of late, I've been struggling to write anything at all. Well, an incident today has given me a new impetus.

A few weeks ago I mentioned my new wonder drug Byetta. Today, an American lady in Houston, who is travelling to France with her seriously ill French husband, needed some information about Byetta and hopefully I have been able to assist with some information.

What a small world! Isn't the internet wonderful?

Sorry

I was a bit tired and emotional when I wrote the last post and apologise if the swearing offended you.

Thanks, Wendy

Having thanked her personally, I have to publicly thank Wendy, a woman of exquisite taste, for nominating this blog, here. If you also have excellent taste (even if a bit weird) then please feel free to add your voice. Stand up and be counted, show the world your true colours (colors for Rosemary) and join with that ever growing band of reprobates who happily put up with substandard stuff. If I can afford it, which is extremely doubtful, you will get your reward!

My own Pool Maiden

I'm having a problems with the electrolysis system in the pool at the moment and it was in need of a good clean. That was today's big job. At one point Jan offered to get into the pool to scrub the sides whilst I scrubbed the deeper sections with a long brush. Kevin, who was observing this activity with a beer in his hand, from the safety of the terrace, happened to mention that he wished he had a 'pool maiden'. So Jan is now re-christened. With the exception of maiden, the name fits her perfectly.

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When searching for images of pool maidens I came across the picture below. So what's the collective name for a group of pool maidens? Jan's suggestion was 'scrubbers' which may well be accurate but a little unkind.

Jacqui will be pleased that I haven't mentioned either children or animals (or food - Ed.) today.

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We all need to know what Gigi got up to this week. Come on girl, spill the beans.

El Guapo

I read several blogs every day and my favourite, El Guapo in DC, has just announced that he is to write no more. For me he's a legend. A very funny man, commenting on his latino life with a very keen latino eye. So many blogs are difficult to read and too way out for my taste but his was written clearly and with much affection. I will miss him. Mucho Amor EG.

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Jan had another night off last night because Luke (Jan's youngest) and Lydia prepared a panang duck curry. It was excellent. There's too much good food around here!

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I'm not too sure what to make about this. If I start wearing eyeliner and make-up Jan might have something to say. (Look dummy, she obviously likes fat, hairy, uncouth men, and she's got exactly what she wanted! - Ed.)