Lolling in bed this morning along with the animal kingdom of the house, I was trying to think of a new subject for my blog. I should try and write a new post on a book that I have read and enjoyed, but that is not a job for a Sunday. And neither is housework, which I have now abandoned for the day. One of the other ideas was a posting on what I would do if I was rich and having just ironed 6 bolster covers, 4 rectangular pillowcases and 8 square pillowcases (I mean, where do they come from?) I have now decided that this is a good subject, and shall start off with :
1. A lady does that all my ironing
2. A lady that cleans my house (could be No.1)
3. A person that does all my boring shopping for me (like loo paper, toothpaste etc) so that I could devote my time to buying yummy things
4. A chauffeur for long trips (preferably handsome!)
5. A large and gorgeous chalet with indoor pool, jacuzzi etc.
6. Someone to walk Gus when it is chucking it down (could be No. 4)
7. Someone to sort out all my paperwork and make sure the bills get paid on time
8. Lots of short break holidays within Europe throughout the year, being driven by the chauffaur so I wouldn't have to use crappy low-cost airlines
9. Fly first class on long haul
10. Visit St. Petersberg
That's just for starters and I'm sure that there a lot more things - but unfortunately I'm not rich (perhaps I should play the Euromillion). And if I had all the above and more, what would I do, life would be most boring!
What would you do with your millions - and I know I have left out helping family and friends and giving money to charity. This is a Selfish Sunday.
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Given untold wealth, I'd fulfill all your wishes, Louise! But first I'd commission a study to look into your reasons for ironing pillowcases. As soon as you get into bed, they become unironed. Life's too short.
I quite agree with bill...do you iron towels and teatowels, too Louise? I remember my mum ironing socks and pants...never understood that.
If I were rich I would simply pay to have myself cloned. Then I would leave my clone to deal with all this s*** while I went off on a trip around the world and possibly to the moon too...
Easy.
Well, it's sneaky trick of mine. I don't iron the sheets - just get them into some sort of uncreased shape, but when you see unironed pillowcases, I always think that someone else has been sleeping in the bed. I mean I know the sheets are clean, but do my visitors? Imagine unironed pillowcases in an hotel - would you sleep in that bed?
Wouldn't you worry, though, that your clone was having fun that you were missing out on? Better, I think, to hire a personal-management firm.
Now, do I seem really that crazy, Gigi? I iron as little and infrequently as possible, hence the build up of pillowcases! Although I suspect that the chalet was turned into a squat when I was in England!
A friend of mine worked as a chambermaid when she was in university. Some of her stories could put you off hotel beds, ironed sheets or not, for life. As a result, I always make a point of taking the top cover off right away; that's the one that's washed least and sees the most "action," if I may so term it. Were I to be a guest of yours, Louise, such thoughts would never cross my mind.
Agree with you there, Bill - off with those manky bedcovers in hotels - yuk! My house is messy (and dusty as Roo so kindly pointed out), but not dirty and apart from good, comfy and clean beds (with ironed pillowcases!), everyone eats well and drinks some good wine (I hope). And I am off to make another boeuf carottes! No, we don't eat it all the time but as we won't be back from Geneva until 2030 tomorrow evening it is an easy option - time to make some mashed potato whilst it reheats and a good glass of Bordeaux and there we are! Although the weather forecast for tomorrow night is sh** so hope my non-PC motor car gets up the hill!
Bill - if I thought there was the remotest chance of my clone having any fun, then I wouldn't have even considered the idea. However, just in case - personal management does sound good. Could you get that reimbursed by the social security here do you think? Oh - and do tell us the stories about the hotel beds...please...:-)
I'm sure you're not crazy Louise...I must admit I was just trying to make myself feel better. I am a total slut when it comes to housework, I'm afraid. I need about three weeks notice before anyone comes to stay - and even if you just want to pop in for a cuppa, you have to tell me at least a week beforehand...:-)
Gigi - bienvenu au club! Want a cup of tea chez moi? Empty the dishwasher first - if it's clean that is!
And yes - what do silly billies get up to in hotel bedrooms?
Well Ségo is talking to the troups this afternoon. I doubt she'll reply to your question. She probably won't say what she does on the bed covers either.
So far she hasn't even mentioned who ironed her red jacket
Well, it wasn't me who ironed her jacket, that's for sure - and probably not Gigi either!
you mean you're supposed to iron jackets too? oh no...
Well she's got 100 propositions including guaranteed 'pouvoir d'achat' for everybody.
There may be something on ironing. Like, make sure that linen is illegal for clothing.How can people wear that stuff it looks a mess in a minute. Or perhaps time off work for ironing. Congé repassage. Another crease aquis.
You missed a great rugby match. France beat Ireland with a try in the last second. French flair again. The Brits will be retching in the pubs tonight.
No, I didn't miss the rugby - I watch TV while ironing! And read my emails and prepare tomorrow nights' supper - things are looking a bit rough for supper tonight though.
Good idea the congés repassage - one could retire immediately.
Wait a minute. I just gave you one congé repassage. Now you've made it plural. Do you work for the SNCF?
ah - but you do realise that they'd come round and check your creases, don't you? It would be like a congé maladie...you would only be able to not iron inbetween the hours of 2pm and 5pm otherwise they'll take away your allowance...
Guaranteed pouvoir d'achat? Really? Ha! That's a good one...
Unfortunately, I don't work for the SNCF - however I have members of my ex family who do, and are all 'hors cadre' = laughing all the way to the bank.
I thought 'congés' with an S was singular as well as plurial but can't be bothered to get out the dictionary. If the singular is with an S, that explains why so many people are on them for most of the year.
Well, what is a guaranteed pouvoir d'achat? What a non-statement, but normal from that doopy woman.
Ladies, you're being prurient. Use your imagination (and then double it) and you're probably not even close. I wrote a story a few months ago about a room-service waiter at one of Toronto's poshest hotels. He wouldn't name names but talked about the celebrities who wanted the jacuzzi filling with champagne or strawberry jelly...
But I seem to have lost track of the conversation -- that's what I get for going to the supermarket and liquor store; I picked up a mixed bag of Burgundies and Rhones and a single bottle of a St. Nic that I haven't seen before. We'll try it with dinner tonight and if it's any good I can go back tomorrow (the store's right next to the paper) and buy more. I had my camera with me and got what I think could be a couple of interesting waterfront shots of our 2 local tall ships moored together. The lake close to shore is frozen and the sky was quite dramatic. I must download them and see if there's anything worth keeping.
Boeuf carottes...you're toying with me, Louise! Messy houses are by far the best kind; you can't move in mine for books piled all over the place. But it's clean; the 3 cats wouldn't tolerate it otherwise.
DROIT DU TRAVAIL
Autorisation individuelle ou collective d'absence accordée aux salariés ou aux fonctionnaires dans certaines conditions prévues par la législation.
Autorisation individuelle à caractère exceptionnel. Un congé de maladie, de maternité, d'éducation, repassage. Un congé de longue durée. Congé accordé pour soigner certaines maladies graves. Un congé pour convenances personnelles.
Au plur. Autorisation à caractère collectif et automatique. Les congés payés. Période annuelle de congé avec salaire accordée à tout salarié. P. ell., fam. Les salariés qui en bénéficient :
Easy for you to say...
Stand corrected Roo. But I shall maintain my 'congés' - non of this 'congé' stuff.
Bill - the mind boggles! What a waste of champagne - especially when one considers the work involved in producing it. Interesting to imagine how the jacuzzi works when filled with strawberry jam - it must make the same kind of noises as those hot mud geysers - not exactly romantic!
Yes, indeed. Life is too short to drink bad wine. And way too short to waste the good stuff (champagne or otherwise) by splashing around in it with your significant -- or even insignificant -- other.
I meant to ask why you call your car non-PC?
Let's say that if I lived in England, my motor car would be deemed as a Chelsea Tractor - living in an area where we have snow for six months of the year (normally) it is a necessity.
So to some of my English friends it is non-PC but they are mighty pleased when they come and stay that they can be met at the airport and ferried around on cold, snowy nights!
I ran an Isuzu Trooper for years. In the summer, people would look down their noses at it. In winter, it was a different story. My neighbours loved me because I was the only guy who could drive up and down the back lane and flatten it out a bit for their cars. Horses for courses, as they say.
Speaking of Chelsea tractors, I was amazed when I was in London in the area around Harrods how many people were driving those incomprehensible Porsche SUVs. Even if I had the untold wealth we spoke about, I wouldn't buy one of those.
Don't get me started, Bill.
Same with all those ghastly X5s - and no good either on or off road, apparently. But very very big.
A propos to Kensington - the Congestion Charge extends across the borough next month. It'll be interesting to see how that affects the traffic.
The Central Zone saw an initial fall of 20% in car journeys when the charge was introduced a few years ago, but is now back to within 8% of its former levels.
It's a boom town at the moment and no mistake.
Boom town is right. I couldn't believe the prices. It's fascinating, though, to see how people have accepted the Congestion Charge as the price of driving in central London and are apparently now willing to pay it.
I'd get someone to do my ironing too, and house cleaning and my job. Then I could spend all day trying to finish my book, write my blog, the other blog and do lots of much more interesting things than iron, housework or work.
Maybe I'd go on holiday too. Ooooh, last of the big spenders me!!
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