This is only a Taste

I wrote this on August 8, 2008.

It’s been a long time since I saw you, saw you, saw you.(Aaliyah, if you have any questions)

Géraud and I have moved out of our prisoner’s chamber in the police lady’s pad and into a 1st floor maisonette across the bridge in Runcorn. We have traversed the pont, which while easy to do for day trips is not often down amongst the English folk from these parts. A colleague told me that it’s rare for someone to switch sides of the River.

Ah, and that brings me up to my next tidbit of information. I have found a job. Well, in all honesty, I didn’t really find it, it found me. About a month ago I went into a recruitment agency in Runcorn and registered because I was at a low point in my job search. Well they called me two days after I called them back, with a temporary position as a receptionist covering for a receptionist that is out sick. (1.her sickness is due to a paper allergy) (2.WHAAA why be a receptionist when you are allergic to paper?) So for the last two weeks I’ve been working at TDG European Chemicals in Runcorn, where I answer phones, talk to truckers over an intercom, and sort loads of mail. Especially on a Tuesday. Out of divine respect for a single God, the Royal Mail Service does not operate on Sunday…= time lag in post. Truckers have to mail in their fuel delivery records as well as their time sheets. These are often stained with coffee and grease. Not often enough is there a smushed Twix bar clinging to the outside of an envelope, but it does happen. And although tempted, I did not indulge.

I indulge myself in the gourmandise that is French cheese and wine. We have our own fridge in our very own petite maisonette, and it’s overwhelmed by cheese. The pungent odour of cheese lingers as soon as that door opens. It’s a pleasant reminder of the power of electricity combined with refrigeration. Apart from our cheese domination, our fridge is a friend of vegetables and not very often meat. This might be my doing, unintentionally, of course.

Carrie once asked me about what I eat daily in Angleterre, and I shall you indulge you, Poule. It goes something like this, muesli + plain probiotic yoghurt + two probiotic capsules + a spoonful of flax seed oil, a banana/pomme + sandwich of the day(usually veg and cheese, but for the last few days it’s been PB&J), café au lait, petite pomme de nain= everything I eat before dinner time. Dinner can be a wide array of anything, but it’s usually vegetable dominated. Géraud has just eaten his very first corn on the cob and sweet potato. This French boy has been seduced by the pleasures of Fine American Cuisine. I’m anticipating a very excited GROD for Thanksgiving.