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NormanH

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  1. We seem to agree about  La Poste, but I have never experienced  a carrier texting to say the package had been left at a point relais. In fact more and more call and say that they will be there soon just a few stops before they get to you, and several have in place  a system by which you can follow the progress of the delivery van on an inter-active map.

    Nor do I agree about the old chestnut about customer service in France. It may not be top in large national chain shops, but if you  deal with local individuals it is often superb.

    My Pharmacy, local food businesses, the cafés and restaurants I visit offer personal and thoughtful service, and the Nurses and Physiotherapist who call several times a week are wonderful.

     

     

     

     

     

  2. Both of you live in small villages. That may be the key to the difference. Here the 'agency places' are tabacs or other shops that  are open at least as much as the PO is. There are many all over town https://www.bonial.fr/Magasins/Beziers/Mondial-Relay/v-r679 and so far more convenient than having to wait in the interminable queues of people waiting to withdraw their RSA.

    In contrast to menthe's story I had one postman who refused to deliver letters because  he said my post box wasn't "conforme"..but I am not allowed to have  that type as I  less than 100m from an historic monument in a classified area. How is that for being obstructive?

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  3. I haven't had that problem, but  La Poste is woefully incompetent, so none of my deliveries are from them. Anything I receive is delivered by one of the Services such as UPS or DHL.

    In my quartier  there is no point expecting a parcel as the post people have the yellow slip  that says  you were not at home when the called filled in before they come. The  same thing is true for accusé de reception. In both cases a trip one of the Bureaux is needed, and even then it may not be the one indicated on the slip.

    It says something when renewed UK passports have to be sent by one of the private services. In 2003 I never received my new one, and I had to sign a form to sweaR that it  had not come. A replacement  was then sent out by a messenger service and as far as I am aware this continues to be the case.

  4. I always thought that mint was very good for settling the stomach as opposed to causing reflux. After all Gaviscon menthe is often given to help: https://base-donnees-publique.medicaments.gouv.fr/affichageDoc.php?typedoc=N&specid=67557241  

    My Pharmacist, in whom I have great confidence,  often gives me phytotherapy remedies (not in place of ones properly prescribed, but for passing things) and recommends mint for indigestion and ginger for nausea  https://www.cooper.fr/nauselib-36-comprimés

     

  5. Sorry. Looking again that seems  rather curt.  Don't forget however that France has had artificially LOW electricity prices in comparison to her neighbours, and given the lamentable state of the National Debt this may be an area where adjustments will be made

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  6. Quite right. I know the road up the valley from Tarascon towards Andorra quite well, and the reported area in which he was reported missing is remote and fearsome looking. A friend of mine who used to work for the Départment looking after the roads told me  that he and his wife were once surprised by snowflakes in July, which isn't as odd as it sounds when you take into account the altitude

  7. Isn't that one of those sites that feed  you tempting offers, but when you try to  get  the details they want your number so  that  they can bombard you with unwanted calls?

     

    And of course all the promises they mention were made for election purposes by people who are unlikely to be  there very soon.

     

  8. La Truite de Schubert!

    Elle était jeune fille,
    Sortait tout droit de son couvent,
    Innocente et gentille,
    Qui n'avait pas seize ans.
    Le jeudi, jour de visite,
    Ell' venait chez ma mère,
    Et ell' nous chantait la Truite,
    La Truite de Schubert.

    Un soir de grand orage,
    Ell' dût coucher à la maison ;
    Or, malgré son jeune âge,
    Ell' avait d' l'obstination.
    Et, pendant trois heures de suite,
    Au milieu des éclairs,
    Ell' nous a joué la Truite,
     
    La Truite de Schubert.

    On lui donna ma chambre.
    Moi, je couchai dans le salon.
    Mais je crus bien comprendre
    Que ça ne serait pas long.
    En effet, ell' revint bien vite,
    Pieds nus dans les courants d'air,
    Pour me jouer la Truite,
    La Truite de Schubert.

    Ce fut un beau solfège,
    Pizzicati coquins,
    Accords, trémolos et arpèges,
    Fantaisie à quatre mains.
    Mais à l'instant où tout s'agite
    Sous l'ardent aiguillon de la chair
    Elle, elle fredonnait la Truite,
     
    La Truite de Schubert
    Elle, elle fredonnait la Truite,
    La Truite de Schubert.

    Je lui dis : " Gabrielle,
    Enfin, comprenez mon émoi,
    Il faut être fidèle :
    Ce sera Schubert ou moi ! "
    C'est alors que je compris bien vite,
    En lisant dans ses yeux pervers,
    Qu'elle me réclamait la suite,
    La suite du concert.

    Six mois après l'orage,
    Nous fûm's dans un' situation
    Tell ' que le mariage
    Etait la seul' solution...
    Mais avec un air insolite,
     
    Au lieu de dire " oui " au Maire,
    Ell' lui a chanté la Truite,
    La Truite de Schubert.

    C'est fou ce que nous fîmes,
    Contre cette obsession,
    On mit Gabrielle au régime,
    En lui supprimant le poisson.
    Mais, par une journée maudite,
    Dans le vent, l'orage et les éclairs,
    Ell' mit au monde une Truite,
    Qu'ell' baptisa " Schubert "
    Ell' mit au monde une Truite,
    Qu'ell' baptisa " Schubert "

    (parlé)
    A présent je vis seul, tout seul dans ma demeure,
     
    Gabrielle est partie et n'a plus sa raison:
    Dans sa chambre au Touquet elle reste des heures
    Devant un grand bocal ou frétille un poisson.

    (chanté)
    Et moi, j'ai dit à Marguerite,
    Qui est ma vieille cuisinière:
    "Ne me servez plus jamais de Truite
    Ca me donne de l'urticaire".

     

     
     
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