A glance through the shopping bag reveals some interesting uses of the language, such as 'Carefully churned' butter. 'Truly juicy' orange juice. Are people actually paid for dreaming up such garbage? (I think there was something about 'carefully selected garden peas' a while back. Picture the scene.)
Well, I can finally see most of the floor of my study, having hung a few more paintings, and found nooks and crannies for many more. There are a few more vacancies, so we'll convene the hanging committee at the weekend and decide what's going where. Meanwhile, I'm waiting for France Telecom to respond to my letter seeking advice on how to shut down my telephone and broadband subscriptions: they provide no guidance on their web site, far less a telephone number accessible from outside France. The insurance brokers evidently need to see the deed of sale before they can shut down the buildings and contents insurance. Much as I love France, there are moments when the bureaucracy really gets on my tits.
No further word from the motor trade about the spotty brightwork on the car window surrounds. I guess that means a Humpreyesque 'I shall take no action unless you instruct me further', tucked into the bottom of the red box. They underestimate me.
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