Social comments or whinges?!
Yesterday I was sat on a bench in a traffic island, come park, in the middle of the city. I was doing a bible study with an English girl who has had a knee op and her leg in in a brace. We were working our way through the first chpt of Hebrews and trying to avoid heat stroke in temeratures reaching 36°. Anyway…a huge 8 wheeled concrete mover thing starts beeping like a securico van and reversing in our direction. There is however, a man helping the driver reverse and who has noted our presence very close to the truck. ‘No need to man handle your leg out of the way or hop onto your crutches Hilary, they’ve seen us’, I calmly remark - being unaware of the sadistic mind of French builders. This million tonne lorry came hurtling towards us, Hilary managed to swing her leg onto the bench and I just about caught up our bags as the huge monster skimmed the edge of the bench - we could hear the laughter coming from the cab.
Also…the saga of the fridge and cooker continues. They were supposed to be returned to me today. But no. When the pastor rang to ask they said they weren’t ready yet. Do you know when they will be? No. Can you give me a rough estimate? No. Arghhhhhhh. French custermer service is infuriating.
