I must have really looked sad about those gateaux!
Today, as I rushed about the centre of town hastily gathering up all the last minute necessities for my daughter’s sixteenth birthday party I scurried past the TV, Internet and phone shop. I heard my name being called, and looking back discovered the manager standing in the doorway.
“Madame, On s’occupe de vous”
Madame, We are looking after you”
“Et…..C’est reglé”
And it’s sorted!
It seems I will get my reimbursement after all. They apparently spent the morning battling for me with the ‘big men in suits‘!
Ah Fraternité – It’s more important than Conformité after all! We’re all brothers here in France.
Now, off to choose some patisserie!
Diplomat anyone?
My Husband Drives A Lemon 
Je suis plûtot millefeuilles, even though I haven’t eaten one in eons. Elles ne me réussissent pas. Happy Sweet 16 to your daughter! 😀
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Ahh, Mille-feuilles avec framboises! OUI
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No not with framboises, it’s cream and iced on the top.
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Oh I make them myself, and I put a bed of raspberry coulis under the crème patissiere, and then ice the top – yummy!
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Bravo if you can make them. You must be talented in that domain.
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Amazed at the ridiculous situation you describe in your last blog, this is indeed a sweet victory! Courage!
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Mad isn’t it – I was really amazed when they told me why my application had been rejected, but had to laugh at the madness of it all. It does define the French paradox – “Can’t do , madame”, and then go off and do it anyway!
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