Frenchie 2

We weighed the pup at the vets yesterday, he tipped the scales at 14.3 kilo, at four months of age. Later, we took him for his evening walk, in fields above the village where there is a wood. We came upon a family of rabbits, youngsters skipping around in a field, but Frenchie ignored them. As we returned to the car though, he perked up. Swallows were flying around inches above the grass, and speedy went after them. He is fast, but not that fast. It was hilarious though.

Pre-results reportage

I have been intermittently listening to snippets of radio today between home visits and as usual I heard the hype building.

Tomorrow we have to go to school, Techie and I – but just for one AS result and one maths paper result, as the main bulk of Techie’s results are coming out on Tuesday next week. Continue reading “Pre-results reportage”

If you go away/Ne me quitte pas

Over the last few weeks I have concentrated almost entirely on the song ‘If you go away/Ne me quitte pas,’ voted by one French paper to be the song of the century. I have found more than seventy versions of the song in various languages, but I think I have played the best – except for one! This features Shirley Bassey singing it to Rod McKuen.

War criminal and author donates proceeds to Survivor’s Association.

Imagine for a moment if you will, Adolf Hitler, not having topped himself, but deciding to donate the proceeds from his best-seller, “Mein Kampf”, to the Holocaust Survivors’ Association, in admiration and respect for all he had put them through. ( No, Mr Dinner-Jacket, you may not make a comment on the Holocaust)

Would they ponder for a moment or so, before eagerly accepting his generosity…or would they be saying to themselves, “Hang on a minute, this is the bastard who got us into this mess in the first place?”

What does our panel think – an act of supreme generosity, or a calculated ploy?

Perhaps the end justifies the means after all – the imponderable of Camus’ Les Justes.