Now many of you out there will remember the Crazy World of Arthur Brown but tonight I am going to write about not his crazy world but that of my dearly beloved.
Today, although it happens most days, we have had a couple of examples of the upside down, back to front, parallel universe world that Linda actually inhabits.
Incident one relates to her navigational skills which over the years and prior to the advent of Tom Tom have only ever of been of the highest order, possibly even on a par with John Blashford Snell and Ranolph Fiennes. The only drawback is that she doesn't know left from right and so when you come to a junction and she sticks her right hand up in front of you and says go left, then it is a touch confusing! Over the years I have become conditioned to do exactly the opposite to the instruction I receive but just some times, she throws in a curved ball, gets it right and then gives me a rollicking when I do the opposite to what I have been told! It's a condition that appears to be worsening as we grow older but what it does do us make every journey an adventure.
The second incident today revolves around our day in the city of Troyes, pronounced Trois for you non-fluent French speakers like moi and specifically in relation to lunch that we decided to enjoy in this historic place ( I will write about the city tomorrow).
We took a pavement table under clear blue skies, perused the menu and I advised Linda what I would like to eat prior to taking a quick toilet break. I had chosen something classically French today - Steak Hache, bien cuir, avec frites. A good fat boy lunch.
We sat enjoying our drinks, chatting amiably and watching the world go by until our food arrived. That was when it became really interesting because instead of being served burger and chips, my plate contained a galette (a French type of pancake), ham wrapped inside it and topped with the most magnificent of fried eggs. The waitress looked a touch surprised when I advised her it wasn't my order. However a sharp intake of breath from Linda and the most grovelling of apologies and I realised that this was indeed to be my lunch. It really provided final proof that she takes absolutely no notice of anything I say - when the order should have been, "steak hache" it came out of Linda's mouth as "Galette Le Complet!" Can anybody out there come up with an explanation?
The funny part about the whole incident though was that my lunch was totally delicious and so next time we eat out I am going to follow the same process and see what delights the waiter or waitress bring me.
More about Troyes tomorrow but a couple of photos attached to whet your appetites and one of Linda prior to Galettegate!
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