Hello everyone (yes, the teeming millions that read this blog).
Today, I have a guest. She is another poor soul who thought, “Oh look, my marriage is going down the drain, ow, ow, it hurts, I don’t know what to do with myself, ooh, how about this: Should I just write about it on the h-internet?”… And so I stumbled upon the
ravings scribblings of Poor Cow in France (aka E, her initial).
Note: We’ve interviewed each other and you can find the ‘opposing’ interview of me here including a photo of me in New Zealand, although it’s a few years old now.
Good afternoon E!
E: And a good morning to you.
So tell me something useless about you … what did you have for breakfast?
E: Champagne, a couple of frogs’ legs and a cigarette. What else? I am French after all…
SD: Hmm, Champagne. Krug perhaps?
I hear you live in France: Are you cycling around in a stripy T-shirt with a bunch of garlic?
E: Golly Struggling Dad, have you been spying on me? That’s exactly what I did after my Champagne and frog breakfast!
Do you think a blog will help you through your difficulties?
E: It goes like this: Four months ago, I lived in a little land of smug PACSedness (I like that word), then the relationship police barged in, and threw me out into an alien world of Your-spouse-leaves-you-out-of-the-blue. I have found that writing about it, and reading about others going through similar adventures helps. Not as much as vodka, mind…
What about something different — what is your honest opinion about the welfare of caged pheasants?
E: Forget rampant famine in Ethiopia, and nuclear contamination in Northern Japan, this is what we should be worrying about. True story: I once I sat in a meeting where the welfare of caged pheasants was passionately discussed for the best part of an hour.
Let’s challenge you with some hypothetical questions …
I’ve just heard that you’re being thrown out of your country for crimes against cheerfulness. If money were no object, what are 3 other cities you’d consider living in?
E: Right, that’s it, I’m on the phone to Amnesty. Seriously, where else would I live? Maybe Montpellier, or Marseille? I quite like it here in the French Alps…
SD: I’m almost certain that those French locations are in France…the country you were just thrown out of!
E: Yep, very cunning Struggling Dad…I have spent a third of my life in the UK, and found out that I love France and wouldn’t really want to live anywhere else.
Alas, there is a massive oversupply of scientific project managers and communicators but, fortunately, the Government (the one that was throwing you out a minute ago) is offering you free high-speed training for any other career. What are 2 or 3 others you’d consider?
E: When I left the UK to join my now ex-partner in France, I was actually on a free high-speed training scheme to become a senior civil servant. It was well hard to get into the scheme, and well interesting. I would have liked a chance to finish it… 😦
I hear you have a birthday coming up sometime in the next 12 months — lucky you! What would be an ideal breakfast for you on this special day?
E: How do you mean only breakfast? I’d like to be whisked off to some coconut island, where I’d have cocktails on the beach for breakfast, thank you very much. I am beginning to sound like a raving alcoholic, aren’t I? Well, my friends will be sniggering when they read this, because I am really
the cheapest date on Earth a complete lightweight who goes to sleep after two glasses of wine…
SD: Don’t feel bad, I drink so little these days that two glasses of anything is enough to floor me too.
Well, dear readers, you can see how important it is to take anything that you read on the Internet seriously.
Poor Cow in France and I will experiment with coordinated blogs on various topics from our different viewpoints. I will grace her readers with my testosterone-laden vision of a family being broken up, and she’ll give you her semi-hysterical female perspective. 🙂
Here is E’s musical choice for today: