You all took one day a tool , a book , CD, money to someone and that someone has forgotten to make. Curiously it is the lender who is embarrassed to ask again well to the borrower.

It passes the time, we expect a good opportunity to bring something soft. It takes so gloves , we made ​​so many detours to avoid asking the question before us suddenly dying to the other does not understand it or pretending. When asked "So say you should not forget to visit this or that" you get the response that kills "oh no you're wrong it's not me that you've paid."

We are sure of his facts and yet there is nothing to meet the face of such aplomb. It stammers miserably, and it is the height of waves excuses like "I had to cheat, it's not serious." We swear we will no longer take it but do not say no, it is highly likely that we will still have to do.

Do not like paying my business is congenital my father was like me, I do not borrow more. When I need something, I prefer to buy it. I am always afraid that the object fails then I just use it. If this were the case I rachèterais once the object and the operation would prove unprofitable.

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You might think I want to follow up my post on Michael Ganiant, billionaire and master of the world and you would be wrong. I just recently had yet proof that those the fart, as they say, I can not stand the highest degree.

I abhor these people full of their own people, who believe themselves superior to others. I do not like those who lack natural attitude in which each is calculated. I avoid like the plague those who put themselves forward and always want to constantly be the center of attention.

I dread to find me in the presence of those (or those) in which everything is the result of a calculation, which need to flaunt their money , their science , their relationship ... but rarely of their intelligence and their etiquette. Donations must come from the heart, without a second thought and the most blessed by nature or fortune lady must bring within the reach of the poor.

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You all know, I'm sure people who are proud to report that they always say what they think. This kind of statement puzzles me.

I consider franchising as a quality and I hope to be with. I am firmly for freedom of expression and for assertiveness . But can we really say what we always think? We must be diplomatic in certain circumstances, think of what we told the others not to hurt them.

This is also one of the foundations of education. Kids say loud and clear what they think. They express their surprise by appointing such a small person or their color and their parents learn to suppress these remarks. Imagine that adults behave the same way and go stand in front of someone and give Klitschko "you're fat or you're not beautiful." What delicacy, what tact!

It is well to give his opinion but not necessarily in a peremptory tone. It is not an absolute truth and we must also know how to listen others. Think critically is good but still need to know to express his criticism without being aggressive. Criticism should be constructive. In the working groups there are always people who criticize but have no alternative proposal, it progresses to what?

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I spoke of my proposed trip without you reveal, for the moment at least, and to spare the suspense, the destination. A flyer said that traveling was better to reach his goal. I meditate on this phrase, but this is not my purpose today.

If one does find in foreign countries as a reflection of his own habits it's not worth traveling. A trip is preparing carefully, if only for the selection of outfits to go. These must be adapted to the climate and manners of the country. And if there is something to remember it is his good manners. In the train , thank you and god it is still practiced widely enough, it helps older people to get into the car and set up their luggage .

Once reached the goal the first rule is to respect the customs and usages of the host country. This seems obvious but I happened to be ashamed at the attitude of some of my compatriots. We are not in a branch of our own country so we behave like guests. Do not run into the sensitivity of indigenous wanting to enter places of worship in shocking outfits. If we are asked to take off our shoes and cover our heads we have to comply with this request without complaint.

French has the bad reputation of being a moaner. Why? Remember that we are local to the reference of our own country and our attitude will be equated to that of French in general. Then in pity do not criticize constantly what we see, what we eat, the benefits of the hotel, the comfort of coaches ... If we are all at home, and although as I said in the introduction, remain at the home.

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There are some who have lost their Latin but who really cares now. This language is no longer valid and is used only for scholars to study the etymology of words. But there is worse, there are those who have lost, or rather never found their spelling.

I admit that it bothers me to the highest point. At the highest point is not too low since I spend my time correcting comments riddled with errors of a number of my readers. Do not see this as a snob or any vanity but I like our beautiful French language, so rich in nuances. While generational thing or not, I can not stand texting I find it difficult to decipher. Finally when I say that I have trouble it's more that I did not want to make the effort to decrypt messages in the style "his fe fe 2 me ke I thinned the cure patch and I lost none born ".

So I take the time to correct mistakes, to restore the spelling of words, to dot the i's and cross t's not counting the acute, grave or circumflex. To round it all I put commas, semicolons, ellipses and even umlauts.

The exam results have just come out and if it is the examiners were more lenient than me. I'd be surprised at all since the master's are unable to write a letter without scratching the French language. They do not know conjugate verbs and confuse the future with the conditional. I do not speak of that more perfect or imperfect subjunctive.

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Garbage

You know how I love my good city of Rennes but it is clear that some weekends, in the absence of garbage collection, the center looks like a huge garbage dump. HAD hoc containers are clearly insufficient for merchants and residents of the corner boxes and deposit their trash but admit that there are more pleasant than strolling Sunday amid trash bags and other crates stored at their feet . The spectacle is appalling!

I do not mean the pathetic behavior of those who drop out in the street a fridge, an old mattress or a used microwave (or a vacuum as in the photo) rather than surrender to the nearest recycling center. What a lack of civility and consideration for municipal employees who are not the minions of the company.

Garbage

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My second year blogger ends and that's with you dear readers or frequent passing as I go into the year 2010. I hope like me you have finished the year 2009 in beauty , and that these celebrations were the meetings with family and friends warm.

The 2009 report regarding the blog is rather positive and what I remember most are the wonderful encounters he offered me. In my personal life I will remember two important events, the marriage of two people who are very dear to me and a change of job in a difficult but ultimately very beneficial.

For the new vintage of which I do not know if it will be amazing, I preferred not to establish a list of good resolutions, most of which would be abandoned just made. Anyway I will try to concoct a good little notes and I hope that I will never know the anguish of the blank.

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The neighbors at once so familiar and yet so foreign. It rubs the everyday, you come across them before the mailboxes, they are welcomed with a smile or a simple nod and sometimes they are to undergo.

Since 1999 they even have their party at the initiative of Atanase Périgan. Inventor of the concept, he defines it as an opportunity "to give the time of an evening, an opportunity to reach out to our neighbors."

So before we get there, when we have one wish, after a stressful day at work, is to close the door of our apartment to finally let go, there is some way to go.

First what do we know our neighbors? The sound of high heels of the first blonde, one of the balls that roll on the tiles as soon as she brings her youngest from school.

What can I say, except that the camper 's unbearable individual who parks in front of for weeks before our windows we're mad. We quickly exceeded, on the verge of breaking away and consider that the neighborhood relations can be a source of conviviality and even security and solidarity.

The first thing to do is to try to understand that in our world where individualism is law, we do not all have the same lifestyle or the same rate. Lives were once more "normalized" and it was all pretty much the same thing at the same time.

We must also think, I know it's difficult, that what is experienced by one as the unceremonious everything seems more natural for the other (education, different customs). And then the intruder has not necessarily aware that it is a source of disturbance so it does not express.

If one does not know the neighbor, know how it works at night and the music that we listen legitimately day keeps him awake.

There is some sage advice in trying to put into practice to reach an entente cordiale in the shared interest:

- Do not overwhelm the disruptive blame but make him understand that he has perhaps not aware of the inconvenience it causes. Choosing his words and reject any form of aggression.

- Be firm and polite to deal with this pervasive or too talkative neighbor that keeps you leg for ten minutes before the elevator.

- Keep an open mind and avoid too categorical about.

- Keep a sense of humor and take the curious unrepentant in his own trap. The invite for a drink in her that this will be an opportunity to ask any questions he wants. Unmasked it may prick her make-up and get it over with his inquisition.

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In a world where the bad news are fodder for television news and the press I am happy every morning taking my train at the sight of two lovers kissing each other to outdo, nose and beard of passers .

The lovers are alone in the world and these two are proof. Georges Brassens , poet rhymes chiselled, who sang s'bécotent on public benches and said they already had some nice p'tites mouths. He never failed to point out that these effusions shocked and scandalized the public honest passers who threw their sidelong glances.

Other times, other customs! With all that we see these kisses exchanged on the street or the subway seem trivial.

Anyway I found this lovely couple. It gives off nothing but an obsolete romanticism and also very wise attitude is nothing vulgar. They are not exposed but are in their bubble.
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