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There is always the next village or the next or the next or ...... online dating for farmers!?

What is the French name for the fish called dab in English, please? I have come across the word limande but feel that is used for sole which is bigger.

Remember to ask for ‘amants’ when ordering!?

This may sound stoopid but could you have a look at fishing weights. I seem to remember that there used to be tiny ones with holes through them that might do the job.

Never heard of deeds being translated.

Somehow this does not seem kosher. Do I trust them? They have been around for a while but the numbers are increasing sharply. https://www.lefigaro.fr/actualite-france/cinq-questions-sur-les-voitures-radars-privees-qui-arpentent-les-routes-francaises-20210421

Well, numbers arent down here to any significant extent, so I guess we are stuck with being stuck, so to speak.

Genoa When I was a young man and foolish and being returned to the YouKay to complete my education, we sailed, my mother and I, into Genoa harbour aboard a stately Union Castle liner, my mother to return to the bosom of her family whilst my father packed up the African paradise which took both our souls, and whilst I was stuck in Grimellington Houseofshit Pubic School. Now the seafront at Genoa was an old fashioned place designed for sailors and their needs but my mother wanted blankets and from Genoa, so we went in search of blankets, not alone, but accompanied by the master-at-arms who was a man who missed his family on long voyages and had kids of my age and was not after my arse nor my mother's (well, she never said anything), but who gave me a much treasured model of HMS Cossack set in a painted, plaster sea. And it was hot in Genoa so we went shopping, the three of us, at dusk, through the seafront where the sailors gathered, as did the ladies of the night. Being fifteen years of age and intensely curious, I noticed things, like the come-ons from the whores on Seventh Avenue (actually Lampedusa Street). Particularly, one very elderly lady, of enormous stature, who touted her wares, shall we say, from a wooden stool, all her wares, nothing left to the imagination. The master-at-arms laughed when he saw my curiosity and said that she had been there when he was a lad and that I should never touch raddled meat, which expression I did not fully understand 'til later. But my mother seemed glad for his intervention. We bought blankets which I still have though what to do with them I shall never know. Twenty years later, returning to Libya via Genoa where a filthy ferry awaited, my new wife and I took a stroll through the sailors' quarter and what did we find? Same stool, same old crone but not dated by a day. Was it her, was it her sister, her cousin, her daughter, her grandchild? I shall never know, but, by then, pompous fart of a husband, I told my new wife of the ways of the ladies of the night and sailors and she was shocked as she was innocent of such things (well, wilfully blind as Belgians are, where such things are not seen). And she hurried us away as if not willing to engage, but I would have liked to share a glass with this old crone, to discover her life, her hopes her dreams. Instead I became bourgeois and had bank accounts and mortgages and people judged us by the size of the car and the house and the dinner parties. But now, Leonard Cohen wise I will rise and be ANGRY

idun, you could be arrested for saying that; you are supposed to day it is the fault of the White man, slavery and institutional racism which holds them back!?

Good point.

Give up watching so much news, be happier!

The problem in any culture is that nationality becomes associated with ethnicity and with unpleasantness. An example health problems in national or ethnic groups in UK here: https://www.theguardian.com/uk-news/2021/apr/18/birmingham-launches-taskforce-as-babies-die-at-twice-national-rate

Yes, I guess national or geographical origins is as good as any. The ban on ethnicity was to stop the NF, as it was then, from exploiting the numbers, if I remember rightly.

Thank you cajal. Yes, not sure that there are any surprises in the numbers, really? Many immigrants live in crowded communities which are ideal for spreading covid, and many may choose to reject the vaccination for all sorts of reasons. And other conditions may not be treated either as rendezvous get cancelled etc. Probably even the outreach programmes have not been sufficient of they ever were.

I suppose the difference is that Macron sends the gendarmes to knock down your door in the middle of the night but MLP sends her Blackshirts!?

Sez eet awl reeli!

The link runs under an LF advert which also covers the reply button. Is there any way you can shorten the link address? I know there is software to do this but dont have it. Hope you are well and safely tucked up the the barrel!

Which particular nutter do you mean, Lori. There have been some pretty dodgy ones!

If Edouard Philippe decides to run I think he will wipe the floor with her as he doesnt seem to have the muck sticking to him that many others do.

As you may know, the Pas de Calais is currently one of the worst areas for covid cases with about 400/100,000. The numbers seemed to be improving significantly with the latest local lockdown. Did they heck, the bl**dy things have gone up again though not quite so much. Even if they do seem to be vaccinating everyone and his or her dog, cat, dustbin and even the odd passing kangaroo. So what is happening; people round here are going on with their lives as usual, meeting in supermarkets in whole families and there are several cars outside homes for family Sunday lunch...! Come on guys, get your fingers out. Or is it those dam*ed Rosbifs s ending their foul virus in revenge for Mr. Barnier and the charming Mrs Van der Leyen getting on at us? I am getting worried, even if I have had me jabs.

With the death of one of the two remaining members of the Free French Commando unit which landed on D- day, it is worth having a look at their service record. They were brave men, those youngsters. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1er_Bataillon_de_Fusiliers_Marins_Commandos

Could the insurance company expect you to get involved? There is shock, mental strain etc, though I doubt they have any funds that are not stashed abroad.

Foster parent Perhaps this is a plea for help, or maybe simply a letting awf steem!! Anyway, I have unintentionally become a foster parent to a load of litle 'uns- just how many I am not sure as they never stay still long enough to be counted, but they are all sleeping in my big studio, sort of piled up together. But they are so sweet, black as the ace of spades, big, white appealing eyes, just begging to be looked after. And they seem to be developing individual characters too; there is Mabel who likes being picked up, then there is that naughty Nigel who seems to be chasing all the girls, at least I think it is girls as they all look the same to me. But this pleasant experience has brought responsibilities too; not just the changing of tiny pampers and worries about balanced diet, but the greater worry about their education and upbringing. Should they be told that they were ripped away from their parents for their own safety because the environment was far too dangerous for them, or should we have left them there with mummy and daddy and tried to give social services support? Have I committed a major sin by bringing them into my comparatively wealthy white man's world so that they might lose their own cultural background; Will they grow up to be black in a white world, rootless misfits, doomed to a life Frith knows what, eating disorders, drugs, rejecting me and my values. Or should I try to teach them stuff about where they came from, encourage them to go on home visits and stuff. And then there are the practical things; how to teach the boys and girls that their bodies will change, that they will get strange protruding bits which will just seem to grow and grow. Which will bring on strange longings and desires, so that Rufus will want to play more than tag when he takes the little girls under the vegetation, and he might even try to bring his friends? And how a good girls should not say yes too quickly, at least until the marriage contract is signed and the lobola paid. But some of the girls are just as bad, wagging their little tails in the boys faces. It really has to stop. This is a huge moral responsibility and I feel so alone with these youngsters. Even such things as their language needs; should I teach them English or their native Frog. Please, how do I bring up a hundred tadpoles? And how do I tell them that someone is going to catch them, rip off their legs and eat them?

Embrace ypur dust and cobwebs, they are part of your inner you!?

In the centre of Liege we used to say that the lingua franca was Arabic which has displaced Italian that is now moved out to the inner suburbs!