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Out of the mouths of babes

 I took my grandson to the woods in the pouring rain.  'We can chat while we walk,' he said.  'That's a good idea,' I replied.   'So tell me everything you know about transformers,' he continued.  Well that was a quick chat.

My son, grandson and I were in a shop full of mirrors, something akin to a torture chamber at my age.  'I look so old these days,' I said to my son.  My grandson piped up, 'yes you do but you're not old.'  I will try to take the positive from that one.

Getting the NHS pass on my son's phone before he travels to France has been a nightmare.  Assuming the problem lay at my own technical incompetence, I asked his next door neighbour, a fireman, if he could help.  He failed.  Then the nurse who lives across the street.  She failed.  Finally my son.  He failed too but he had an answer.  It is the Huawei (not sure about the spelling) phone, it just won't complete the actions required.  Urghh.  Even when you get the NHS pass it only lasts 30 days.  Why?  The vaccine doesn't run out in 30 days.

It is the 1st September and still another 5 weeks until I can move into the apartment I am buying.  Living out of a suitcase doesn't bother me but oh how difficult it is to function in the bureaucratic French life when you don't have an address.  

My daughter in law had a strange rash on her leg and with GPs still being unavailable in the UK she called 111.  She made the call at 1.00pm, left a description with the operator and received a callback at midnight the next night when she was asleep.  I am not impressed with the UK health service.  Everyone says it is great because it is free but what is the point of that if there is no service?

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