I do not like the French.

There,I said it.Call me racist. Call me what you like.Inform  the Facebook police. Call   the hound dogs on me.It is not going to make me like them any better.The French  are simply  too arrogant to even consider that they may not be bees knees to others.
Passing the bread counter in the Whole Food Market in High Street Kensington this morning I overheard a customer say to a woman in a white overcoat  - I do not like your attitude.I heard a French accent respond and  realised there  may be an argument, so rather than witnessing a possible unpleasant exchange  I quickly decided to go back for my sourdough loaf  later.And this is what I did having filled the basket with other items.The same woman  the man had an exchange with was standing with her back to me. She turned her head but said nothing.I stood patiently for good 2 minutes.She looked at me again  - I would like you to slice  me  a loaf,please, said I  and  smiled encouragingly. There is sliced bread there already, why don't you take that,she replied.  NO,I do not want that, I want this,  I replied   and pointed to my chosen loaf. Can't you do it yourself? Don't  you know how to do it?,responded  the French accent.
What did you say? I want  YOU  to do it.  It is your job. You must see I have full hands [I had  2 Zara shopping bags in my right hand,a large shopper over the left shoulder while holding  a basket], I am not putting my bags on the dirty floor, nor the basket with food.I heard a customer say to you earlier he did not like your attitude.  If you think it is beneath you to serve people, then you should not be working in a shop.
I was absolutely furious and walked away,in fact I do not recall the last time I was so angry,made angry by  a  French madam, who thinks she is too good for this world.

The utterly gorgeous,sexy,simply divine Tina Turner with voice to match has published memoirs.

"Ike made me go to a brothel on our wedding night" she says in her  "exclusive soul-baring interview."
The Mail on Sunday, 07/10/2018.

Oh, Tina, I wish you didn't bare your soul quite so much.
Another mud throwing at a dead person who is not here to defend himself.

Why do people do it?

Next week my friend is coming to stay for several days,

we were  the only mature students at  University,he a bit more mature than myself.
To date I do not know how old he is,I know the day and the  month of his birth,but not the year,he has steadfastly refused to divulge it,But then I myself am of the opinion that a man should never ask  a woman  how old she is or how much she weighs,so what is good for the goose...
My friend and I went to all University happenings together, often sat down for a meal in the crypt of the church in Trafalgar Square after a visit to the National Gallery.
When  my husband met him for the first time he  whispered-I have nothing to worry about  here, he is gay.
Gay?Why on earth would you think that?
Gay, was a firm reply.And nothing would make him change his mind.Not that I had ever tried,my friend's sexual orientation had never been  of any consequence to me.
My friend and my husband had one very similar characteristic, frugality.
I used to tease my friend he kept his wallet under a lock and key.He had  this strange pained expression when he had to open it.To date this has not changed.
When I met my husband he was of the opinion   two pairs of trousers  were not needed as you  can wear  at a time one pair only.Slowly things changed,of course,but it was not easy.Frivolity was not in my husband's make-up. Even now when he looks down on my  wardrobes filled to the brim   and  the countless  pairs of shoes, he must be wondering,poor darling,  where did it all go wrong!