The Creosote Family : The Flemish Files
Another cryptic subject title, and why not, but all will be explained in good time................ We left the Christina Hotel in Bourges this morning after a marginally better night's sleep and a mild interrogation from the day's manager about why I didn't leave our car keys at reception when we parked it in the hotel garage. I tried to explain that Jean Luc didn't ask for them, but he wasn't listening. He was one of life's serious people.You know the type- a grown-up. All close shaves and pointy shoes, fois gras and Pastis, art house film on a Friday and dreams of middle management. Middle class aspirations & midriff bulge. Middle everything really and middle nothing. I couldn't wait to leave. Really, I wanted him to bother to look up from his bloody important desk and accept the smack of my fist between his eyes. Git. Now to balance things a bit, I can be on the snobby side sometimes. I inherited it from my mother along with a twitch or two that s