2004-08-23 - 1:26 p.m.
Dear Diary
Small wonder I'm mental. My dear, dear son is going off (not that!!!)to France this week or next, who knows? He is the local Rotary exchange student. He's 16, excited to be learning the local lingo and all of those wannabe young Bridget Bardots. Lucky, lucky, but all of the red tape, forms, sous as in $$$$, crazy French people etc. He was supposed to leave today, but his visa didn't arrive, not only didn't arrive but isn't even processed, even though it was sent to the French Embassy in early May. Merde. A friend of mine from Paris was visiting last week and she said that everything was like this in France. One-tenth of France are in the bureacracy trade; the make-work program. I said "Great, every family has their very own servant, unfortunately it's a civil servant."
My son's friend is here at the moment telling us that he worked at the local candy store for a week... and don't buy the candy from the front becasue it's probably been there for four years. Candy worms, let's send a box to: to
