Monday, 19 May 2008

With love from France


My love affair with the French is being sorely tested of late. There are only so many times that the Gallic shrug is attractive. Once. There are only so many times that the upturned palms to accompany the shrug are attractive. Once. And if I am met one more time with the bald statement ‘This is France’to any query I might have then I shall do more than shrug with indifference. I shall scream.

I was pondering all this and more on a gentle drive back from Limoux and minding my own business, in a minding your own business sort of pleasant way, when suddenly I was shaken from my reverie by the realisation that a black Mercedes was heading straight towards me on my side of the road. But then it would be wouldn’t it ? A clear straight road and the driver chooses to overtake and inflict their death wish on me. I was so shaken and incredulous that anyone could be so dumb, and I wouldn’t normally mention it but it was a woman driver with black sunglasses on, and I so wanted to slap her face hard, that I decided to head straight on home. Did the true British thing and popped the kettle on.

Which means that we have no washing up liquid, no milk, no bread and everyone is going to complain.

Shrug.

10 comments:

Elizabethd said...

Are you sure it wasnt a British holiday maker??
Seriously though, the drivers in France are among the worst, theere is a sort of macho need never to be behind anything, so they overtake in the most absurd places. Glad you werent hurt.

mountainear said...

How scary - glad you came to no harm. I think poor and inconsiderate driving is an international problem. A drive back from London was spoiled recently by some unnecessarily aggressive driving on the motorway. Made me glad to be back on our narrow winding lanes where anything faster than slow is unwise.

LittleBrownDog said...

I love the way you write, Sally - know that shrug all too well - usually accompanied by a mouth pulled down in the shape of an upturned U in my experience - VERY aggravating. Poor you, about the overtaking mercedes, though - had that happen, too, and once ended up on the verge to avoid being flattened. Nice cup of tea, though - especially one made on an Aga - is a cure for most things, I find.

HER ON THE HILL said...

Aga tea is certainly my cure for all ills :).
So glad you weren't hurt. The bread etc will wait.

Frances said...

Yes Sally, I am just glad that you got home safe and sound and were able to write this report.

I wish you much better luck on your next sortie.
xo

CAMILLA said...

Goodness Sally, so pleased you got home safely, it must have put the wind up you, quite scary.

Groceries can wait, you are all in one piece, that's all that matters.

Camilla.xx

ChrisH said...

Just glad you are all right, Sally. Your love affair with France is only going through a rough patch and I'm sure you'll be out the other side soon. Hope so, what would we do without you?

Westerwitch/Headmistress said...

. . .shrug . . . it is the same tradition in Scotland as Himalayan Blue will verify - overtaking is only to be undertaken when close to a blind bend . . . upturned palms . . .

zoe said...

I think I'd have opened a bottle of Blanc de Limoux (is that the name - it's been many years now). But then, I've lived in Belgium for far too long.

Absolutely Write said...

Not much makes my angry, but people overtaking unsafely makes my blood boil. Tea is definitely the only answer in these situations.