Le charm discret de la bourgeoisie

How good is your blog? A question, just now, not thrown at me personally but an all round one.

Let’s not delude ourselves: The answer, in most cases, is a word starting with s and ending with e. And before there is a bust up in my inbox, yes, I do include myself. In fact, every time I hit the “publish” button I am immediately disenchanted with myself. So, evidently, the only way is to go down – until you hit rock bottom.

One of my friends, the one who gives me more heartache than the rest of you combined, refers to many a comment on his blog, disparagingly, as so much dinner party conversation. I have no idea what he means, and he has not yet expanded on his view. 

In my experience food and conversation go well together: Sharing the bread, eating makes you mellow and relaxed, throw in a few glasses of wine (in vino veritas), the tongue will loosen and – if a man – your belt, and life is worth living.

Addendum: Please note that the French – using gender to their nouns - have made “charm” male.

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The cat is out of the bag

My sister Petra has just screwed my head back on.

Not only has she found the missing link but the piece in a puzzle I have been trying to complete for some time.

By way of her profession, and life’s experience, she is supremely qualified to do any of the above; she did it gently, but firmly. Am I happier for it? Not really; who wants the truth? But I am grateful to her for taking the time to ask all the right questions and listen to me – considering that even my closest friends tell me that I am secretive and a closed book. It was a relief.

Where to go from here? I don’t know.

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