I will be out the back

We will see these when we are there

Well I am still absolutely ecstatic about my new Internet connection. I spend most of my time testing it. I did it just now and it was 105 mbps. 

Also the new modem I got from Bright House really pushes out the WiFi and we don't have any dead spots any more. You can almost feel it.

(Note to self: Check Google to see if WiFi gives you cancer.)

Sunday is another opportunity for airlines to give us hell. We are debating where or not we should take carry on luggage so that it wont get lost.

But Fogo will be so cold that we really have to take lots of warm stuff.

But is it better to be there with inadequate clothes - or no clothes? 

The Washington Post did an interview with Donald Trump - and he permitted them to record and publish the entire interview. It is a good read. Scary but good. 

This man is as dumb as a vacuum cleaner bag full of dog poo - and spouts so much gibberish that it renders his speech almost incomprehensible. 

He sounds like a  drunken halfwit with Tourettes syndrome reading every third word from Thomas the Tank Engine. 

If you want me I will  be out the back building a bomb shelter.

We shall see.

Fogo Island Inn

Every time I fly with United I get an email a day or so later asking ‘How was your flight’. I don’t wish to offend so never reply to these requests because the answer would invariably be ‘awful’ or ‘really awful’. 

Flying is not much fun anymore and there is now the added frisson of excitement because at any moment outside America you can be blown to smithereens. 

Here it is more focused and you can be shot at any time - but it is not usually likely to be done in bulk by terrorists. Someone did a study that showed that many more people are killed in America by toddlers than are killed by terrorists. 

However the good news is that I have my new Internet from Bright House. This is provided by coaxial cable - whatever that is - instead of phone lines that AT & T used. This means that instead of the maximum 9 mbps that I got from AT & T I now get 100 mbps.

In fact I have checked it a few times since yesterday and I am getting 112 mbps. Caramba! 

This does indeed make a big difference to using the Internet. And it is cheaper than I was paying before. 

I also have a new iMac. This is a zillion times faster than my old one which I got in 2009. It also has a 3 TB hard drive. My first computer had a 20 MB hard drive so this is like 1 million times bigger. 

And it needs to be because my photos reproduce faster than rabbits.

On Sunday we are going to Fogo Island which is way up in Newfoundland. This is to celebrate Cate’s birthday. 

We tried to go there once before but were battered by the Polar Vortex and could not get there - so we spent a week trapped in a hotel in St Johns where we sat in the bar - without power or light - and drank lots of Monkey Bay - which is a particularly hideous New Zealand wine.

Anyway this trip involves flights to Chicago, Toronto, Halifax and Gander followed by a drive through the wilderness and a ferry trip. 

But it is supposed to be one of the great hotels of the world - so we shall see. 

Here we go

I can't understand where all the time goes. It has been a week since my last blog.

But if you really need to know what is happening my Facebook page is updated daily. I know I lead such a scintillating life and you should really know what I am doing all the time - you know like the Kardashians. But a picture of my bum is not likely to excite the Intenet.

But I arrived in Paris on Monday. It was not easy - it never is. So I was booked to travel business class with United and boarded the plane in good time in Chicago and sat in 6C and had a nice glass of Chablis. After some time we were told that the plane was not working and that we had to 'deplane'. We did this and sat sullenly in the lounge for a while and they said that a new unbroken plane would arrive at 10:00 pm.

Which it did - but it was much smaller and I found that I was now in steerage in seat 25C.

I was most unhappy about this so to show my displeasure - when they announced boarding - I tripped over my bag (or someone's bag) and crashed head first into the floor. Fortunately my nose absorbed most of he impact but I finished up quite bloody.

I apparently became unconscious and when I surfaced I was surrounded by eight people wearing uniforms.

So I sat there while paramedics examined me and decided whether or not I could fly. I voted yes. They eventually let me board where I sat and sulked for eight hours.

But it is great to be back in Paris. I have no idea how many times I have been here. Maybe 60? Remember I worked for a French bank. But I always love it and seem to be able to pick up French again as soon as I arrive. The taxi driver was concerned about my hideous appearance and wanted to stop at the pharmacy but I told hm I was a doctor and could administer my own treatment. I kept my beanie on so as to hide most of the wounds and stop the blood from dripping on his seats.

My hotel is much nicer than the one I stayed in last time. It has air conditioning that works and is very quiet. It is about 20 minutes walk from Molly's apartment and I just love walking in Paris. It s a nice area with lots of restaurants. It is not at all seedy although I was asked by a very tall and good looking black woman if I would like to see her apartment.

I was really tempted by the thought of going upstairs with her and being beaten to a pulp by her large husband who would steal my wallet and dump my comatose remains in the back alley. But I thought - nah just go home and have a quiet drink. If need to be robbed and trashed I can just go to Pigalle.

I have met my youngest grandchild and he is just gorgeous but is pretty useless at the moment. We took him to an exhibition by a Japanese photographer but he was not much impressed. Indeed nor was I. Whenever I go to a photographic exhibition I always think that my photos are much better. Perhaps I am not a good judge.

Cate arrives tomorrow. The fridge is full of wine.

 

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