Perhaps the French Railways should send their staff to the same Customer Service Training that the Post Office uses. Today fly had a very pleasant encounter with the French postal system. Did I mention I bought some tapestries? Well, I did. I have just the spot for them in the house at the Hummock. Too heavy to cart around, so had to be sent home. The staff at the PO – all women - were extremely helpful. The place is well-staffed, with at least one person always out on the floor helping people, not behind a counter. They helped me find the right box for overseas consignments, and explained, in slow French, what I had to do. When I wrote patisseries instead of tapisseries on the document, we all had a good giggle. Imagine a box of the former arriving in Oz in a few weeks’ time! The tapisseries are on the way now, the only unresolved matter is whether the tax will be reimbursed. Que sera!
Last night we dined out in the garden – it is so warm, the nights balmy and light until 9pm. We were accompanied again by grandchildren Lucie and Mathius. On Sunday, Mathius had been baptised, and was the centre of une grande fete. He nodded solemnly in acknowledgement of this when asked about it, and then proceeded to demolish a plateful of lapin (rabbit) and enough lettuce to feed a legion of rabbits. (They are so good at eating their salad and vegies, these kids). He is a very beautiful child, and chirrups away in perfectly enunciated French. We students around the table are jealous. He then climbed out of the high chair and took to his “voiture” to run down some chooks. His sister Lucie is serious behind fashionable glasses – she is five years old – and acts as though she is his mother. We do not see much of the four poodles. They and the chooks do not get along, so they are often confined to quarters at the back of the house. The chooks on the other hand have the run of the whole place, and generously fertilize everything.
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