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The Internet can drive you MAD>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

When we were living and working in France we used the internet in all its many forms to keep in touch and to keep up to date.  I found English lessons and ideas.  We kept au fait with the news in UK though we could get the BBC World Service on the radio and enjoyed that very much.  Mostly in France though you can’t get British TV and radio……not sure why but it’s annoying.  You can download podcasts but not until at least a day after the original broadcast.   So the internet is invaluable.

On a lighter note:

How Green Was My Valley……………………?

The French are really keen on their recycling and everyone sorts their rubbish and puts it in the correct bin.  Where our house is situated there are no recycling collections, just household non-recycling, so we have to take the recycling stiff down the hill to the recycling station.

I particularly enjoyed this story, courtesy of the internet.

HOW GREEN WAS MY VALLEY……………………….?


Checking  out at the store, the young cashier suggested to the older woman that she should bring her own shopping bags in future because plastic bags weren’t good for the environment.

The woman apologized and explained, “We didn’t have this green thing back in my earlier days.”

The cashier  responded, “That’s our problem today. Your generation did not care enough to save our environment for future generations.”

She was right —  our generation didn’t have the green thing in its day. Back then, we returned milk bottles, pop bottles and beer bottles to the store. The  store sent them back to the plant to be washed and sterilized and refilled, so it could use the same bottles over and over. So they really were recycled. We refilled writing pens with ink instead of buying a new pen, and we replaced the razor blades in a razor instead of throwing away the whole razor just because the blade got dull.
But we didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

We walked up stairs, because we didn’t have an escalator in every shop and office building. We walked to the grocery store and didn’t climb into a 300-horsepower machine every time we had to go two blocks.
But she was right. We didn’t have the green thing in our day.

Back then, we washed the baby’s nappies because we didn’t have the throw-away kind. We dried clothes on a line, not in an energy gobbling machine burning up 2200watts — wind and solar power really did dry our clothes back in our early days. Kids got hand-me-down clothes from their brothers or sisters, not always brand-new clothing.
But that young lady is right. We didn’t have the green thing back in our day.

Back then, we had one TV, or radio, in the house — not a TV in every room. And the TV had a small screen the size of a handkerchief (remember them?), not a screen the  size of the county of Yorkshire . In the kitchen, we blended and stirred by hand because we didn’t have electric machines to do everything for us. When we packaged a fragile item to send in the post, we used wadded up old newspapers to cushion it, not Styrofoam or plastic bubble wrap.  Back then, we didn’t fire up an engine and burn petrol just to cut the lawn. We used a push mower that ran on human power. We exercised by working so we didn’t need to go to a health club to run on treadmills that operate on electricity.
But she’s right. We didn’t have the green thing back then.

We drank water from a fountain or a tap when we were thirsty instead of demanding a plastic bottle flown in from another country.  We accepted that a lot of food was seasonal and didn’t expect that to be bucked by flying it thousands of air miles around the world.  We actually cooked food that didn’t come out of a packet, tin or plastic wrap and we could even wash our own vegetables and chop our own salad.
But we didn’t have the green thing back then.

Back then, people took the tram or a bus, and kids rode their bikes to school or walked instead of turning their mothers into a 24-hour taxi service. We had one electrical outlet in a room, not an entire bank of sockets to power a dozen appliances. And we didn’t need a computerized gadget to receive a signal beamed from satellites 2,000 miles out in space in order to find the nearest pizza joint.
But isn’t it sad the current generation laments how wasteful we old folks were just because we didn’t have the green thing back then?

Springtime in England….Bolton Abbey

England is at its best in Spring.  We visited Bolton Abbey last week, the first cold day for a fortnight.  It was still lovely.

It’s sad to think that it was only 2 years after the roof was finished that the Abbey was dissolved by order of the king.  the Abbot did the sensible thing and took new vows and became the first parish vicar under the new regime.  Who can blame him.

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The present church is one end of the original abbey.  It is filled with interesting things and opportunities for prayer.

There’s a great coffee shop, really well designed and organised with delicious food and super coffee.  Children can put their own toppings on their ice creams.  The loos are clean and there are enough!  (Ladies take note)  Excellent access for wheelchairs and prams as well as lots of outside tables and chairs for the smokers.  The birds are very tame and will take food from you.

You can take several different walks and the leaflets tell you how difficult they are.  The Abbey grounds would be a bit tricky for wheelchairs but ther’s good access to the church itself.
The car park is a short walk and is run by the village but you can drive up to the Abbey if you are disabled.

Carnival in UK

This is the August 2011 West Indian Carnival, Leeds, UK. My husband took our number 1 granddaughter plus her swanky camera to see what there was to see.  What do you think??

Is there a West Indian carnival anywhere in France?  Or anything similar?

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Reflections………… Another Reason Not to Move to France

Fountains Abbey and Studley Royal in September,  Hampton Court in October. 

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What could be more beautiful?  Is there anywhere like this in France?   Just reflect on these pictures.