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.
Saturday, 27 October 2018
Sunday, 7 October 2018
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?
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?
Friday, 5 October 2018
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!
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!
Tuesday, 25 September 2018
A mirror pool is a pool
filled with natural sulphuric thermal water kept heated at 38-39 degrees C.You walk in in the altogether,having showered first, and are left to enjoy for 10-20 minutes.The first time I was by myself and stayed for 20 minutes,today there were five of us,I stayed for barely fifteen as two German battleaxes thought they had it all to themselves. No regard for any-one. A man from the men's pool separated by a partition had asked them twice to be quiet, to no avail. Why are the Germans so thoughtless?
After one leaves the mirror pool [ so called,I presume, because the walls are glittering like a mirror, and the water is clear,too] one is ushered - wrapped in a massive white sheet - into a separate section to lie down in a cubicle and relax.It is quite common to have a massage after the bath,and I did today,it was a very enjoyable 25 minutes.
As much as I like the mirror pool,my favourite is the mud pool.You walk in sulphuric mud in thermal water which springs directly into the pool.The water is,well, muddy,dirty. Totally and completely.And I love it.
After one leaves the mirror pool [ so called,I presume, because the walls are glittering like a mirror, and the water is clear,too] one is ushered - wrapped in a massive white sheet - into a separate section to lie down in a cubicle and relax.It is quite common to have a massage after the bath,and I did today,it was a very enjoyable 25 minutes.
As much as I like the mirror pool,my favourite is the mud pool.You walk in sulphuric mud in thermal water which springs directly into the pool.The water is,well, muddy,dirty. Totally and completely.And I love it.
Monday, 24 September 2018
If I were not a glutton for punishment
I would not have experienced this morning one of the best massages I have ever had.This massage was Thai,with oil.Oh,it still hurt, but only because the muscles,especially thigh muscles, needed time to recover from yesterday.
A "glutton for punishment" is such an amusing little expression.I remember using it when Clem Curtis,The Foundations singer,told us during his performance on a cruise ship, that he was getting married again in his seventies,having had quite a number of failed relationships behind him. A glutton for punishment, I muttered to myself involuntarily.He heard me and burst out laughing. Yes, I must be, he said.About a year or so later we met on a cruise ship again.His memory razor sharp,we exchanged some pleasantries.I did not ask him if he remarried.I never complain,never explain about my private life and never ask questions about the private life of others.
A "glutton for punishment" is such an amusing little expression.I remember using it when Clem Curtis,The Foundations singer,told us during his performance on a cruise ship, that he was getting married again in his seventies,having had quite a number of failed relationships behind him. A glutton for punishment, I muttered to myself involuntarily.He heard me and burst out laughing. Yes, I must be, he said.About a year or so later we met on a cruise ship again.His memory razor sharp,we exchanged some pleasantries.I did not ask him if he remarried.I never complain,never explain about my private life and never ask questions about the private life of others.
Had oxygenotherapy this morning
as a part of the nine treatments in the six day package.
The air we breathe has about 21% of oxygen only. This special treatment through nostrils gives the body 90-95% of pure unadulterated O 2. It helps the body get rid of toxins and makes one more frisky.I remember reading Madonna is a fan and many Hollywood stars like it,too.I chose it instead of a visit to the salt cave as the weather is supposed to be very bad this week.But the salt cave is well worth visiting and am hoping to book it before I leave Themia Palace.
The air we breathe has about 21% of oxygen only. This special treatment through nostrils gives the body 90-95% of pure unadulterated O 2. It helps the body get rid of toxins and makes one more frisky.I remember reading Madonna is a fan and many Hollywood stars like it,too.I chose it instead of a visit to the salt cave as the weather is supposed to be very bad this week.But the salt cave is well worth visiting and am hoping to book it before I leave Themia Palace.
Sunday, 23 September 2018
Thai massage
There is massage and there is Thai massage.
When my brother-in-law said yesterday he had the best Thai massage ever and as I love being massaged and a good massage comes into the category of being totally and completely spoilt, I booked the classic massage with the same native Thai girl without delay. For 60 minutes no less. The mattress on the floor looked very comfortable and the pants with a matching top I was asked to change into 3 sizes too big, just as I like my comfort wear to be.I never try on clothes in a shop, buy everything a size larger than I need and thus can never go wrong with anything.It all started so well.And slowly the dimly lit lovely smelling room became a torture chamber. Lying on my stomach I was pressed by knees and elbows and hands in bits I never thought I had.The pain in my thighs at times excruciating.When I was asked to turn over I thought things could only get better. Now I know never to count the chickens...Where and when have I acquired all the little tiddly muscles that hurt so much when being squeezed? For donkeys years I have lived happily without them and suddenly here they are letting me know at every which turn they have been neglected and the time has come for me to pay! The massage of the back, the arms, the neck and the head was as I had expected it to be.
Being a glutton for punishment have booked an hour with the same masseuse for tomorrow, only this time I have craftily selected a massage with aromatic oils.She will not be able to pinch with greasy hands quite so much.
When my brother-in-law said yesterday he had the best Thai massage ever and as I love being massaged and a good massage comes into the category of being totally and completely spoilt, I booked the classic massage with the same native Thai girl without delay. For 60 minutes no less. The mattress on the floor looked very comfortable and the pants with a matching top I was asked to change into 3 sizes too big, just as I like my comfort wear to be.I never try on clothes in a shop, buy everything a size larger than I need and thus can never go wrong with anything.It all started so well.And slowly the dimly lit lovely smelling room became a torture chamber. Lying on my stomach I was pressed by knees and elbows and hands in bits I never thought I had.The pain in my thighs at times excruciating.When I was asked to turn over I thought things could only get better. Now I know never to count the chickens...Where and when have I acquired all the little tiddly muscles that hurt so much when being squeezed? For donkeys years I have lived happily without them and suddenly here they are letting me know at every which turn they have been neglected and the time has come for me to pay! The massage of the back, the arms, the neck and the head was as I had expected it to be.
Being a glutton for punishment have booked an hour with the same masseuse for tomorrow, only this time I have craftily selected a massage with aromatic oils.She will not be able to pinch with greasy hands quite so much.
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