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Christmas, Christmas, a time of miracles. Sometimes there is also nice to report .............. I think at least. Daddy had to collect a registered letter. Daddy went to the post and came back with a huge temper. If you can remember yet, the new tenat wanted us to quit the apartment. The whole thing is still so, we would actually get right, but the feeling of living is not much better. In any case, we have made ten years ago, the application for a city apartment, as anyone who lives here. Normally, one must be lodges within three years, but we were ignored again and again. The reasons were various, but always ludicrous. Some time ago now, the prefect has established a special commission to investigate such cases. And in short, we have set for ourselves in connection with those and get right now. Although the answer is positive but also French confusing.
Excerpt: "... blah blah blah ....... announce after careful examination of their documents that you are assigned within the next 6 months for an apartment. However, should you not get one, you would need to take action against us in court ................"
Isi has posted
Silent night, holy night! All is calm ................ As this year, even the night temperatures have not fallen below 8 degrees, the re-versed Tree-hunter already use a ruse to get to a Christmas tree. So off to the next big market. There, not only the prices were great, nay, even the needles on the trees had already begun to curl up and the cut surfaces were already cracked. It ran smoothly on a centimeter-thick carpet of needles through the crowd. Whether it is the condition of the trees or the price was hearty, Mom did not want this. At home, she then found a display of a local garden center that recruited only 30 km away with its lush trees. Since this city is higher in the mountains, Daddy thought, maybe the trees would be in better condition. So he jumped into the Sallymobile and raced inland. It must have been so as 11:30 on the premises, drove the car parked and the first trees began to muster. Unfortunately, he had a short visit to find that only the prices here were juicy. Sure there were the Northmen in promotion. He wondered how they had managed to buy so many ugly and stunted trees. The average diameter was 50 cm maximum. All the trees looked more stern to waste. They were in the bottom half so dense that they were scruffy and everything about 60 cm height was sparse. The prices started at € 21 for something that is not even close to a tree, but rather reminded on Dali's "Essence of Time" . For a tree, -1.70 to 1.00 m. The next category was 1.50-1.70m for € 27. For 29 euros you could then purchase trees up to 2.00m. At least, that stood there. All the trees looked the same, only the end differed at the top between 10 inches and 60 inches from the small to the large trees. Well, behind them were the real Northmens who were not on offer but equally beautiful 2.20m high fir grown from 85 € up continuously. No wonder, that Daddy try to filter out the least ugly tree. Suddenly one of the costumed exclaimed him and told him that he should now drive out his car, as they had just closed. Daddy gulped a little and said in his despair, in this case he would just take this tree here. The costumed, son of the owning farmers, said that he would sell him now, nothing because they have closed, and he may come back in two hours. Daddy tried politely to explain to him that he had come 30 km and there were no opening times. The answer was as you would expect: "Yes, we do that if there are not enough people there. We define ourself." So Daddy went home again. Since at Christmas time there are always wonders around, Daddy could buy the last tree in front of another store for only 20 €. Silent night, holy night! All is calm, trallalaaaaaaaaaaa ............
You wonder why my plate is empty, here comes the story .........
After the bank we went to the butchers in the super market. Daddy had ordered meat for me, because it always seems to be a problem to get more than 1 kg at a time. Of course, since he knows the local customs, he had previously inquired about the price. The gentleman with the nose bicycle then told him it would cost 2.79 euros per kilo, which let's be honest, already borders on usury. So he was the second time there to pick up the ordered 7kg . 7 kg because in our freezer is not more space. After 30 minutes queue in front of him were two grannies, bought piecemeal meat, not without checking them individually in advance on everything. The queue was getting longer. Daddy's face hair too. " Here you are seven kilo meat" A large bag was presented with many small packages of meat. Daddy glanced into the bag, lifted him and said: "Can not be , I would say 12 - 14 kilos, "he".. never mind, her dog will eat it "Daddy tried to explain him that he had ordered not so much because he can not temporarily store it The man was out of tune. Daddy bought another a few things and went to the checkout. He paid. When he pulled his card from the slot then he hesitated and wondered about the unusually high amount. So he checked the receipt and saw that they had charged him 5 euros per kilo meat . He complained to the cashier, the aunt told him he needed to go to reception. So right through the halls with all the baggage. On receipt ............. what a surprise ... ......... 30 minutes waiting time for weekend meeting of the staff. Then the statement :"... we can not do anything, you must return to the butcher. So he took a package, once again across the shop to the butcher's. The question whether he had missed something, as another pricethe price was fault .The guy." Yes, This is because the price has become more expensive, "Daddy". First, I had asked for the price and secondly, even the dog meat here in the bay designated cheaper, you know that is a waste here remains. Whereas... to get here on their shelves for the same price as they have charged me the most beautiful Bourguignon is lean. " Pasta eye of the meat counter: "It is what it is." Daddy went back to reception. The soles were getting thinner. Just like Daddy's patience. At the reception the meat was withdrawn and the money refund. Wasted time, two hours. Daddy left the store with even less hair not knowing that the next stop would not be better, but that's another story
Archie has posted.
Long live the Caisse d'Epargne (Savings Bank) in France. Daddy had just re-pattern baldness. When he wanted to pay with Paypalim, whopping 2€ , was of the order, with the words: "THIS CARD IS INVALID" rejected. Since it is beginning of the month so, the account is still filled beautifully with a loud glittering ducats, so daddy called the bank. After he had spent twenty minutes in the queue, all data queried to tell him then, that he would need to drive 10 km to their next store to submit his card. Daddy went with a red face there. There he, he told me that afterwards, had to wait an hour until he came to the series, but not because so many people were there, it was the staff who discussed the upcoming weekend. In any case, long story short, she took his card looked into his account and claimed that there would be no problem. Daddy threw a glance at the screen and showed them the declined booking.The employees said that that would not have been their fault and he should go home again. Pappi full of anger, told them that this year would have been charged € 240 false and that finally one should correct this, and the employee repeated that if he wants something, then he must submit it in writing with a copy of his passport and a copy the income tax. I wonder what she terms it, said Daddy as he stomped out of the bank, in the background he could just hear how someone wanted to withdraw from his account € 3000 and the clerk asked him: Why do you need your money? You must justify this in writing .................. honest.
It's from my very best pal Rain.
Oh thank you dear Rain with Enrica and Gian, that you have thought of me.
That's from mom. Let's see what's inside.
Thank you, thanks to everyone for the posts and emails. I love you all.
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I have an idea for the Pro12 December edition.
What do you think of publishing your Christmas market for Pro12?
I would be very happy to see as many of your Christmas markets as possible.