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Where on Earth did you find that one, Norman?

SNCF received a huge number of reservation cancellations for the Easter weekend someone is taking it seriously.

Pity you couldnt have caught one and roasted it on a spit. Delicious!

As it is a one off payment, does it have to be declared?

My upbringing was with mambas, black and green, puff adders and other nasty snakes so my instinct is to kill first and argue afterwards. Not a modern view, of course, but I am still alive!

In the best of all possible words, yes, but this is a State in a state of total panic somthe normal rules do no apply!

So, Macron told porkies. Not surprised really. Yes, Mint, I remembered that. I guess Pfizer too want to escape the clutches of the Germans and Europeans, especially as the Brits make to one key product without which they cant make their vaccine. Eye of newt or toe of frog or something!?

What I can’t understand is why France hasnt got plants making the vaccine under licence, or is the problem that the raw material is difficult to make reliably so production of that rema8 s in the hands of Ox/ Pfizer etc. I see that a huge load of J and J vaccine was dumped yesterday because the ingredients were messed up. Back to the garden!

Trailers and their men Well, after many years of resisting, I have finally succumbed to becoming a trailer owner - not an American caravan designed for wide open spaces, you understand, but a simple, take-away-the rubbish trailer of dubious vintage. And, of course, it has opened the door to a new subculture in which I am gleefully wallowing. It is a uniquely French world which seems to be almost totally ignored by both regulators and the gendarmes, judging by the incredible assortment of trailers that one sees on the road and without wheels on the grass verge. Today I shall merely dip into the lovely mud it would take a whole book to explore and I wanna go play with my new toy. Well, for a start, there are trailers and trailers, Horatio, just as there are ladies and ladies or dogs and dogs, (see the Scottish play), beginning of course, with the KING'S of the DECHETTERIE, the big, butch, four-wheeled jobbers which are for MEN with big cars that have four-wheel drive or which can carry at least seven people. They are big and strong and have side bars and ramps and bright lights and are made of really tough stuff. As are their owners, who wear wellies and country gear, and who have long- handled thingies for picking up and dumping stuff, and who stand by the trailers with a foot on the fender and wanna be monarchs of all they survey. And their mates gather round and they talk man's stuff, patting their trailers lovingly, and woebetide any little, rust-bucket trailer owner who tries to break into their chat, as they will turn their backs and look down their noses. Oh, and these guys also know important stuff, like how to reverse with a trailer, and watch, pityingly, the pathetic efforts of lesser mortals to manoeuvre the bloody things into spaces big enough for transport planes, and ending up with it wrapped round the bumper, again and again and again. Not for them a little, diddy, wooden jobber with splayed wheels and rusting parts, because it would not look right with their BIG MAN'S VEHICLE. And they carry tons of stuff, like huge hedges and whole kitchens and strange four-wheeled motor bikes that are always covered in mud - not the stick on stuff, but real stuff. And which take up all the drive so you smack your shins every time you go past. And, are never, never towed by LADIES. Well, don't laugh, when did you last see a big trailer towed by a lady? My favourites, beloved of the Dutch and the Brits are the cut-down, caravan trailer trailers, if you see what I mean, because these have a wonderful crumbling quality, with their dodgy and rusting chassis topped by big boxes made from rotting plywood, sporting several coats of paint, with brightly coloured peeling tape all over the electrics which famously indicate left when turning right - well, they are British, right? And often so overloaded that their too-small wheels point at a nearly 45 degree angle and they touch the ground on bumps, loaded with cement mixers and piles of sand that spread all over the road behind them. And bags of cement, bags of cement and bags of cement. Where do they put the stuff I ask? Pulled by old, foreign plated cars or even, the worst of all, by rusty white vans, they proudly proclaim the owner as a DIY MAN, a DOER and not a poser, not a man to throw away a good bit of kit, but clever enough to turn it into a trailor when its camping days are done ("Well, we used to go camping in it when the kids were young and then it just stayed in the garden until Phil converted it"), a man with savings and a cess pit and a trusty old garden tractor that he got from a guy called Mike who had got it from Steve, and who was now going back because they missed the grand-children so much (actually, they are broke but are too proud to admit it). And who never does more than 40 with his trailer because the old girl won't do more than that. And who is quite happy to do a bit of work for you on a Saturday, cash in hand mate, cash in hand. And these trailers too are not towed by ladies! Ah, the glories of a trailer and the Saturday visit to the tip!

Plus the ten km limit applies to the whole of metro France. No bit of paper needed but reinforced checks. Folk may move over Easter to the place they are gonna be shut down. Hopes to lift some restrictions by mid May.

It sounds as if these brave folk deserve to be rewarded with the chance to be French, if that is what they want. https://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-56576659

Maybe a tattoo on the forehead!

I might add that whilst sitting out after the jab I noticed how old everyone was. Please Bobo, dont let me get like that. Looking in the mirror back home was quite depressing!

Well, dont worry, Merkel and Macron have now gone hand in glove to Putin to get some more. Glad I have got the Pfizer done and dusted now.

Well, that’s me vaccinated, both shots. Now what, grow a tail, go party, realise it was water they injected...?

Just found this which explains why there may or may not be enough doses to keep vaccinating at weekends. Organisational madness!? https://www.lefigaro.fr/conjoncture/dans-les-hauts-de-france-ces-centres-de-vaccination-qui-ferment-le-week-end-faute-de-doses-20210330

Got rid of the old one. But it seems a good to talk about vaccines and appointments, so here it is. Just to start off, I have my second jab tomorrow, that’s Wednesday 31st, so wish me luck. My little bird has already warned me to set the alarm! But after the two jabs what next what can I do, am I really immune, should I have an an antibody test....? Or does it all depend on the general popular behaviour in the end?

Time this thread was closed, please people. As soon as I can work out how to do is I will kill it.

More ice cream, more tv, fewer lessons.....!

Well, ladies joining the Swiss army will have female underwear as male stuff is not comfy. Will they have strings for their off duty hours? Is lace allowed and what colours are approved? Who is gonna check that they are wearing the correct knickers for battle? What about special underwear for those transitioning either way? Will ladies becoming chaps have to shave? The possibilities are endless. https://www.bbc.com/news/world-europe-56581129

Seven your olds have great wisdom, Ken.

Be nice, Ken!

Yes, I’d like to know too so could someone please put fingers to keyboard.

Certainly sounds like it.

Yes, I forgot that; we had one of those small magnifying mirrors on a stand for sale which, being in the sun at the front of our stand, focussed the sun’s rays onto a piece of cloth. A potential customer kindly pointed out that there was smoke rising and that perhaps we might not welcome a fire. Immediate action of course and profuse thanks.