Ste Edwige (no, I don't make them up!)
Yesterday's weather: Still lovely. Lunch in the garden every day for a week now, how good is that?
As I wandered through the supermarket past the clothing rail that said 'Coupe Mondiale - 50% reduction’, I thought it looked rather sad, especially as many of the reduced rugby shirts were pale blue Argentinian colours.
I finished my shopping and headed to the checkout offering the usual cheeful 'Bonjour, Madame' to the checkout assistant. She just glared at me and nodded.
Call it short term memory loss but too late I had remembered that I was supposed to stay silent if venturing out for the next fortnight. The checkout lady (they call them checkout 'hostesses' here - this one wasn't the hostess with the mostess), scanned my items and tossed them to one side.
A friend came along. 'Ça va ?' she said cheerfully.
'Non' was the answer.
'Why? What's wrong?' her friend asked.
'Les Bleus' she groaned - obviously this lady was economical with words.
Her friend laughed and made a joke. I apologised to her for the English team's inconsiderate victory on Saturday last. 'Je suis vraiement desolée’ I explained.
'There you are' her friend said 'Madame regrets that the English won the rugby match'
The hostess looked at me with doleful eyes. 'C'est pas vrai, Madame. Vous êtes heureuse que votre équipe a gagné'.
She looked so miserable that I couldn't think of anything to say to that.
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You should say what I say when Bayern lose (not that it happens very often of course) it goes along the lines of 'Get over it . it's only a game'!
And how come Giant Haystacks plays for the French team? I thought he was dead?
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