Some things I’m going to find it hard to get used to, #2 in a series of N…
- The politeness. People in the street say “Bonjour!”, whenever you sit down to eat strangers wish you “Bon Appetit”, you get greeted when you enter a shop and they bid you farewell when you leave, groups of teenage lads shake hands when they meet each other. It’s all rather nice.
- The temperature. Note to self: curry might last a day or so when left in the pan in Leeds, but here, a day on the stove top is a recipe for interesting furry growth. Oops. I was looking forward to that…
- The sun. I am not used to living in factor 10 (upgrading to 20 when I’m out for a bit), and it’s having a detrimental effect on the complexion. I had to buy some clearasil the other day, it’s like being 14 again!!!
- The keyboard layouts. At work I have a French keyboard, and at home an English one, so I’m stuck between two layouts. I’m now at the stage where I am making mistakes in both.
- Supermarket value Roquefort. No, honestly:
- The quality of the veg – it’s just so much better than English stuff: tomatoes, courgettes, even the lettuces are really very tasty indeed
- Being 900 miles away from Rog, still.