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Chin up

The purpose of this blog is to look  at the absurd and the humorous, which can be difficult when so many sad things are happening around one but chin up and look lively.  I have dipped in and out of the impeachment trial of Trump and I have found that since his defence has been defending it is a great way of going to sleep.  What with the lack of any attempt to actually defend him, apart from saying he didn't do it, their voices have been so monotonous, droning on and on about nothing at all, and totally ignoring the mountains of evidence against him.

The French have finally woken up to the fact that Brexit is happening and have started to ask me whether it will make a difference to my status.  Well the first thing is that we have been banned from voting in  the local elections, even though we are permanent residents.  This is particularly galling as I wanted to add my vote to whoever stands against the Mayor, who is useless. 

The strikers are hitting the ports, affecting the ferries to the UK and stopping people getting to Britain.  I guess they want us to stay after all.  Two years ago the government said that the speed limit would be cut to 80 on the non-motorway and dual carriageway roads.  There were a lot of complaints.  Of course.  Can you imagine the French not complaining?  In response the government has thrown their arms in the air and declared that each department can do whatever they want.  Hence we now have some roads with an 80 limit while others have reverted back to 90.  This is going to be confusing but not as bad as the priority from the right rule.  This was virtually got rid of over the years but some towns and villages continued while others have decided to re-introduce it.  Wobetide if you drive into a village and miss the sign only to be attacked by a vehicle leaping out of a side road.  Why is the death rate on the roads in France so high again?

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