Ste Odile
Yesterday's weather; Still bloody cold
I've been expecting the postman, the fireman or someone at least to come round and sell me a calender.
I've been reading that one should expect a call, other people I know have had a call, but the postman doesn't even knock once on my door. I don't even know where the nearest firemen are so that I can go and knock on their door and ask to buy their calendar. It's all a bit of a let down really. I've had a little stash of cash just waiting for them to pop in and offer me their calendar and wait patiently for a Christmas tip but still nothing.
Of course, what would be the best thing would be if the Stade de France popped in to offer me their calendar (click here for details). I'm ready with my 10 Euros, my offer of a cuppa or something stronger.
In my dreams.
I'd have to find a suitable calendar for Jon though, it wouldn't be fair otherwise, would it? I did a little search, carefully mind you, expecting graphic images and not wanting to view anything that would offend. There was the 'Calendrier des Miss', which I thought might have a few scantily clad ladies but they are all well covered up. Other options were the calendar of angels, the calendar of little fairies (?) and all the others were pop stars or TV series. Very boring.
So I'll have to forgo the Gods of the Stadium for this year.
Now, where were those firemen again?
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2 comments:
Is there noe 'le calender de mrs verandah'? I'm sure Jon would like that!!
Brilliant idea. I'll have to go and chat to her. She can pose on the veranda flapping her tea towels and hanging out her sheets.
Ooh err, missus.
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