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Mmmmm - thingummy jam, my favourite!  Can I have the recipe, please?

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I'll do a deal, you find a few kilos of  thingummy's and I will find the recipe ...................[:)]

Coco, last weekend two couples staying here over night on their way

south, left 3 broadsheets and 8 expensive womans mags, obviously for

their holiday reading !  The look on Tina's face when she found

them were the equivalent to having 10 kilos of thingummy jam on left

over croissants (but only one bite taken and no lippie on them) [;-)]

Funny what makes some of us  happy here now...a good log pile, a

none smelling fosse, a lunch......and especially, those free newspapers and mags

!! Oh and left over croissants but I think I will soon be needing to buy

low calorie ones, the trousers are tightening up........................

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I'll stick with the change of subject and risk a telling off!

Other peoples left overs.........I love `em,   many moons ago when Mr O did Yatch charters and there wasn`t a need for a skippers mate, I would go and do changeovers for the charter companies, Books, loose change, tetleys tea  , cans of beer in the fridge along with tins of ham  and the bathroom...  nearly new shampoo and conditioners .........drew the line at their  used soap though ugh........

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Coco, last weekend two couples staying here over night on their way south, left 3 broadsheets and 8 expensive womans mags, obviously for their holiday reading !  The look on Tina's face when she found them were the equivalent to having 10 kilos of thingummy jam on left over croissants (but only one bite taken and no lippie on them) [;-)]

Funny what makes some of us  happy here now...a good log pile, a none smelling fosse, a lunch......and especially, those free newspapers and mags !! Oh and left over croissants but I think I will soon be needing to buy low calorie ones, the trousers are tightening up........................


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Oh I dream of something like that happening - even more than of thingummy jam.  Had three pain chocolats left this morning - had one for breaky and I've been thinking of having another for lunch - but like you say - the waistline is expanding too rapidly!  Don't think I've bought myself a croissant in over 3 years now!

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[quote user="Miki"] Oh and left over croissants but I think I will soon be needing to buy

low calorie ones, the trousers are tightening up........................

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Something to do with putting butter on your croissants, perhaps? Breton butter AND thingummy jam, methinks, is over-gilding the lily.

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Do you like Marmite, egger? If you do, take some, if you don't take some anyway, you may be able to bribe some Marmite lover with it [:D][:D]

When we used to go Eurocamping we used to purposely leave stuff for the reps, why not - we usually had French goodies to take home, helped us all.

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[quote user="egger"]well, i have just added nappy sacks, to an ever growing list of things to bring. Now then thats baked beans, tomato sauce, worchester sauce .......................... [;-)][/quote]

If you want to try and keep the list short then replace tomato sauce with nappy sacks.  Heinz tomato ketchup is widely available in every supermarket I've been in.  Heinz baked beans are also sometimes available, though at a premium!

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I'll stick with the change of subject and risk a telling off!

Other peoples left overs.........I love `em,   many moons

ago when Mr O did Yatch charters and there wasn`t a need for a skippers

mate, I would go and do changeovers for the charter companies, Books,

loose change, tetleys tea  , cans of beer in the fridge along with

tins of ham  and the bathroom...  nearly new shampoo and

conditioners .........drew the line at their  used soap though

ugh........

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Definately one of the perks of the job. I was very much brought up with

the mantras of "waste not, want not" & "a penny saved is a penny

earned." We can sometimes go for about a week on what our guests

abandon in the cupboards and fridges. It must be unopened, though, the

exceptions being ketchup, jam or honey. We never have to buy ketchup,

except perhaps in the early spring for a couple of  weeks.

Sometimes we get beer. This makes me happiest of all. Old newspapers we

save for firelighting purposes. Sometimes we get left tips....

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[quote user="egger"]well, i have just added nappy sacks, to an ever growing list of things to bring. Now then thats baked beans, tomato sauce, worchester sauce .......................... [;-)][/quote]

If you want to try and keep the list short then replace tomato sauce with nappy sacks.  Heinz tomato ketchup is widely available in every supermarket I've been in.  Heinz baked beans are also sometimes available, though at a premium!

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So is Lee & Perrins Worchershire Sauce - so even more room for the sacks! But definately bring the bacon - oh, how I sometimes long for a proper bacon buttie[img]http://bestsmileys.com/eating2/3.gif[/img]

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Don't listen to them Egger.  Where you are going to live, you can buy just about anything British you might miss.  There are English shops, market stalls and French supermarkets who sell stuff.

Then there are the places on line who will get your own, personal order for you and hardly charge a thing for doing it.

I had better check that they are still doing it....

Anyway, part of the joy of living here is living like the foreigners.  Nice croissant for breakfast or yesterdays baguette lavishly buttered and dunked into your morning bowl of black coffee.  Probably why they have their coffee in bowls actually.  A mug just isn't big enough to dunk a ham sandwich...like one of my work mates used to do.

He was Belgian though....

You will be eating French stuff.  Snails, frog's legs, pig's feet, ox tongue, lentils and pulses of many varieties....

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"Where you are going to live, you can buy just about anything British you might miss.  There are English shops, market stalls and French supermarkets who sell stuff.

Then there are the places on line who will get your own, personal order for you and hardly charge a thing for doing it."

You obviously have a different pricing structure where you live [:)]

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"Anyway, part of the joy of living here is living like the foreigners."

Err... aren't we the foreigners Alexis...   [8-)]   [:P]

 

[/quote]ha ha.  No, not according to quite a few folk living around me! 

You have got to have imagination, Kathy, and think of cassoulet, petit salé et lentilles, langue de boeuf et sauce picquant.  There was not a lot of cassoulet in my part of Yorkshire.  Nice bit of cold tongue though.

I hate pulses.  They send me all bleugh.  Apart from the one in my wrist, obviously.

Well, we are off on our travels soon so I will think of you all when I wander around Sainsbury's/Asda/Waitrose/Somerfields/Morrisons etc picking things up and going "look at the price of that!" followed by one of each and a bag of scraps.

I can't wait!

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A mug just isn't big enough to dunk a ham sandwich...like one of my work mates used to do.

He was Belgian though....

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Snap !

 I used to share a small office with two

Belgian guys: Freddie & Guido. Our job was supposed to be finding the

optimum types of crude oils for a couple of refineries, which usually was a

fairly straightforward business (“We recommend that you buy the cheapest”).

 Sometimes one of our managers would ask for

some justification as to why we had done something, and we would spend a happy

couple of days preparing view graphs and tables for a presentation. These were

fairly straightforward as our managers were all MBAs on the management fast

track and had a life expectancy in the department of three months, and so they

had only the haziest idea of what we were doing.

 We would throw out some spurious technical

crapola like “the crude oil selection was based on the need to optimise the

heat balance across the flexicoker frangipani sphincter valve” which would

generally make them feel that they had asked some penetrating questions and

everyone was happy. Then they could write on their internal CV that they had

“proactively re-engineered the raw materials selection seriatim on a

cross-functional, customer orientated basis, positively impacting the bottom

line” and we would get a quiet life back.

Most of the time we sat in our office

smoking, drinking evilly strong coffee and gabbing. They were older than I and

married, so they were convinced that my personal life had to be more

interesting than theirs. They were, naturally, completely wrong in this, but I

made up outrageous and lurid stories of my amorous adventures with busloads of

girls from Swiss finishing schools and the like and this made them very happy.

 In return they gave me horrifyingly frank

insights into the more intimate aspects of the marital bed chamber. This made

meeting their wives at company functions quite difficult for me. “Well good

evening Mevrouw van de V. May I say that you look radiant tonight – have you

lost weight? So….tell me more about this business with the adjustable spanner

and the crab apple jelly. That has got to smart!”

 Each morning, Guido had a little ritual.

About 10 o’clock he would stub out his fag and remove a plastic box from his

brief case. Setting this before him, he would take out a slice of buttered

bread, a tub of ‘hundreds & thousands’, a slice of ham and a slice of

processed cheese. He would sprinkle the ‘hundreds & thousands’ on the

bread, followed by the ham and cheese to make something that he called

“boterham met hagelslag, hesp en kaas” but I called rather unpleasant. He would

roll this into a tight cylinder and dip it into his coffee with a look of great

anticipation.

 We the correct level of moistening had been

achieved (i.e. when the outer layer of bread had started to disintegrate into

the cup) he would close his eyes, tip his head back and lower in the soggy roll

rather in the manner of a seagull swallowing a fish. His mouth was slightly too

small for this exercise and rivulets of coffee would escape and run down his

chin. All through the chewing he would make small sounds of ecstacy.

 “Is it nice?” we’d ask him. “Urrrnnnggg” he

would reply, moaning with pleasure. “Does the Catholic church know about this?”

“Sppllurrrff!” he would utter, showering us with wet crumbs. Happy days.

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