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Equality, what equality?

I am not surprised at Erdogan's behaviour towards the President of the European Commission.  Since he took over, Turkey has gone from being a secular country, with comparative freedom for the press and the judicial system, to a dictatorship where women are tied to the kitchen sink.  The person I am most annoyed at is Monsieur Michel, who instead of speaking up or at least offering his seat to the President of the Commission, stretched his legs out and ignored her.  If Europe is going to give way to sexist dictators and the like then we are doomed as a female race.  Have we really fought so hard for so long to be subjected to this behaviour by our leaders in Europe?

I have to question why French drivers move into the middle of the road in order to turn a corner, seemingly oblivious to the fact that traffic is coming towards them.

I need to sell some furniture but it is far more difficult that one might think.  I have a very old dining room table in very good condition,  but the brocanteur looked at it and said, 'people want modern stuff these days.'  'But aren't you an antique dealer?' I asked innocently.  'Yes,' he replied and continued round my house looking at my 'stuff' and shaking his head.  His eyes finally rested on very old scales with pound and ounces weights.  'Ah, that is very nice, very interesting,' he said, his eyes lighting up.  Mm, I wasn't going to sell that.

I have an appointment at the hospital on Friday when they will tell me the results of a biopsy I had.  I don't expect it to be good news but one lives in hope, until I received a  text message from the hospital recommending that I bring someone with me.  They certainly know the meaning of hopes dashed!

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