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Well I was planning to do a little Christmas
fair at the house next week and inaugurate the annual parsnip festival,
you know the sort of thing, mince pies, copious amounts of mulled wine,
and things for sale English It appears, unknowingly, I have created
something called a blog, so I thought I had better look it up.
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Travel Atlas Blue the low cost arm of Royal Air Maroc tart a regular service from Toulouse to Marrakech in February 2005.
Region to region in France 39 euros (plus 25 to
33 euros airport tax) one way
Alitalia curiously seem to have
the same sort of deal going on 39 euros (plus tax) from regional French
airports to their Italian destinations ,Same period, same book by date.
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| LETTER FROM
A NEW LIMOUXINE Welcome to a page of musings from a new Limouxine and family. …relatively new, we have actually lived in Limoux now for two and a bit years in a strange but interesting wedge shaped house, gently subsiding, between two small roads, near the centre. When people ask ‘why Limoux’…friendly people, market, just about all the shops you could need, railway line, mad three month carnival….I especially like the way it sits against the range of comfortable woolly looking hills that suggest the start of the real mountains. |
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Some things from
this week. I spent quite a lot of time in Carcassonne hospital, and therefore had a good opportunity to compare it to the British system…. First with our son who complained of headaches and a bit of double vision. The doctors said all was well, but just take him to the hospital…just to check. We arrived at ‘urgences’. No sign of people with dreadful head wounds, or people being restrained, no screeching ambulances, nothing, there was one old man who seemed to have a cold. We waited about fifteen seconds, a beaming nurse took our details, then another very happy person took us to the paediatric floor, installed us in a very nice room and said the doctor would arrive soon. She did, and proceeded to do lots of tests that tickled Ezra, then he went for a head scan in a thing looked like a cross between a doughnut and a space ship. Back upstairs, I asked what time would we be able to go that afternoon. “You will have to stay here tonight” said another shiny nurse looking surprised. |
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a very long story short, we in fact stayed till the following afternoon,
I slept on a log disguised as a camp bed, Ezra ate lots of very decent free
food and just as I thought we were actually in a Kafka story, they let us
out. However….I am NOT complaining, they were all delightful, very patient with my mixing of past and future tenses. The paper work wasn’t too complicated and I feel thoroughly reassured that Ezra’s brain is definitely in the right place… I then had to go in on Friday for a very small op. It was again totally quiet, Persil white nurses appeared to greet me as if the hospital had been opened uniquely for me, and I was accompanied to the right floor. A disarmingly friendly man registered my details, gave me a piece of paper covered with what appeared to be supermarket bar code labels, presumably to stick to the bits of me they were going to remove, and then I was re-escorted to another floor. A male nurse appeared and invited me to dress in a paper hat and shoes and showed me into the operating room. Dr Labbe arrived, jovial and full of the joys of his job. I read my book. They asked if the light was in the right place for me, and apart from a nasty moment when I think he was using a trowel, all was as pleasant as one could hope for. I got dressed, shook hands with everyone, and left feeling very contented with such a good system, the feeling continued until I realised, standing in Place Carnot, that I still had my paper bag hospital shoes on. Ahh Autumn …season of mellow fruitfulness, myriad colours of the changing vines, chestnut collecting, foire de gras and….huge increase in the amount of dog poo in Limoux, especially in our road it seems. I don’t know if anyone else has noticed this, but the poo problem here seems to decrease in summer and get worse with the change in seasons. Is it because the Mairie increase street cleaning during tourist season, is it because owners are lazier in grotty weather? Or do dog's poo more in colder weather…anyway if anyone does have a theory I’d love to know. |
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| Going back
to the fat fair /foire de gras… it was a spectacular sight on Saturday
here, real sanglier in a cage, donkeys, chickens, sheep, ancient tractors
and I assume as much fois gras as you could shake a length of hose at. I
didn’t actually go and look in les Halles as the sight of a sea of
dead ducks with gaping holes in them did make me feel a bit wobbly last
year….total hypocrisy as I(and most other English people that we
know) now admit that actually fois gras in a most incredibly delicious substance…despite,
well you know what… Well I’m off to try to translate another scary letter from U.R.S.S.A.F and drink some excellent en vrac from the place that Mark did the vendange at this year. |
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Wineguru RIVESALTES, VILLA PASSANT (hors d’age) This a
vin doux naturel from the Mont Tauch cooperative at Tuchan in the
Fitou region. |
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French classes
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What's on?
Saturday
and Sunday 11 December,
Foire au gras, Belpech. Sunday at 1pm there is a gourmet lunch, reservations
04 68 60 60 15 Further
info on their website or Carcassonne station http://www.trainvapeur-toulouse.com Saturday
18 December,
Foire au gras, Rieux Minervois Friday
24 December,
Talairan, Marches aux Truffes 8am to 1pm Friday
January 14
Chuck Berry, Havana Café, Toulouse Saturday
March 12 NIGHT OF THE PROMS , Zenith, Toulouse Monday
April 4.
Mark Knopfler, Bordeaux |
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Steve Hedges |