My life in France

Easter's not far away & you are already thinking of your holiday. But you need to know, is it going to be Spanish weather in the UK or is it going to be UK weather in Spain.

On the right is a photo scan of my new (& first) nephew. It's alot clearer than the scans my wife had when she was pregnant with the twins. It was like an 85 year old on drugs drawing on an etch-a-sketch. But as you can see, you can clearly make out the head, nose, mouth & arm. He also looks like he's scratching his head. (just like my brother). Kids are wonderful at stating the obvious, embarrassing you in front of strangers & family & making you fall over laughing.

I was going to say that my car didn't start but in the end it did, without the need to hit it with a branch. But at four o'clock this afternoon my wife was going to get the kids from school and guess what the car would not start. She called me at work and told me. I said "if you go around the back of the house, you will see some old branches" this didn't go down too well. I suggested the AA. This was also a bad move. I think if she could of reach down the phone she would of pulled my balls out via my mouth. As it turned out the kids were already on their way home on the bus because of the snow. I know in the UK a little bit of snow and everything stops, but in France every school and government dept. decide it's time to go home & hit the Bordeaux the moment the first flake hits the ground. This isn't very good for the parents, who then need to rearrange the afternoon to be at home for the kids. But it does then give the French another reason to hate the government and discuss it over breakfast........& lunch.....& dinner the next day. By the way the TV viewing tonight is easy as the kids are tired out, so am I, and I don't give a s**t as I will be outside fixing my wife's car in the snow with a big branch.