As Mrs. H. points out: why should I give a damn abot sick days when I may well need my holiday for interviews. Hopefully. Next task of the evening is update the CV and send it out.
I think it probably is gout although when I was tested before it came back negative. The other foot blew-up while I was in France.
Mostly better today, but after one set of wakeboarding decided to wakesurf for the 2nd set (bloody windy which also helped make up my mind). Haven't done the old wakesurfing for a long while. Being goofy, I am normally heelside to the wake - which is awkward to see where you are. Tried getting up and riding switch - which was surprsingly successful.
I am now into the "getting towards Christmas, must get as many sets in as possible" mode so I've booked a double afer work on Wednesday. I try to make it a rule: no full wetsuit before the end of September. This is beacause I am a combination of masochistic and fat. My full-suit does keep me warm, even when the water goes down below 5°C, but when your hands, head and feet get that cold, then riding becomes quite unpleasant.
Auntie Will was around today and riding a bit. Her knee is still knackered after breaking it in January and we don't see her around so much. Maybe she's had to get a real job - like her sister. Actually, their dad looks a bit like Stephen Berkoff. I do envy people like Stew Mackie who can continue to be a kid for ... Also, I envy Stew because he's similar height and age to me, but 90% less fat and 99% more talent. And he has a lake and a Mastercraft X-2 to play with.
Enough of that. I am just typeing crap to put off doing my CV. Best do a paragraph on France though.
Driving in France
First shock is obviously driving off the ferry and straight onto the roads (there's fuck-all in the way of customs). So, you hit the first roundabout in Cherbourg and you have to override all you instincts and go around the other way, look out for traffic from the other direction etc.
The first time I did drivign on the right, it took a couple of hours I think to settle in properly. This time, a lot quicker. I'd checked on the web and apparently the French have had a real crackdown on speeding in the last few years. In a way, this is a shame as some E type roads are lovely (there are no autoroutes between Cherbourg and Brittany). On the other hand, it doesn't seem to bother the locals. I sat on the expressways at the regulated 110km/h and was overtaking most things. Try driving on a British motorway and 70mph and see how many people are going slower than you.
Also, generally (where we were anyhow) there's a lot less traffic and the traffic that there is doesn't hassle you. For me, taking a left turn in a complicated intersection this was useful. For Mrs. H. (who has never driven on the right and was quite nervous) it meant she felt quite comfortable taking time over these things.
A lot of the towns have 30km/h speed limits in the centre now. This sounds ridiculously slow but actually is about fine when you're trying to avoid pedestrians etc.
The French also seem to have those signs that light up in response to excess speed. I liked "Levez le pied".
Small Boy liked both Crepes and Galettes. Maybe more in this later.
I dunno. I'll fix something evetually.
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