A mundane week of mild, drab autumnal weather. Tuesday, chez le medecin to get jabs updated in anticipation of forthcoming period of non-travel. Evening in front of the TV, watching les gones unravel in Lisbon: the players on the pitch, the fans the habitual "Demission!" banner in the stands, despite minor redemption in the form of three goals in the last fifteen minutes. Wednesday similar story in the pub, watching complacent gooners in Donetsk present an old boy with another goal, less well-received this time. Friday morning, sixth month checkup, tout les deux vont bien, apart from lack of sleep for the carrier due to energetic little load.
On the home front, minor bit of bricolage (shelf for home entertainment electronics); on the political front, seasonal affective disorder seems to have put a brake on public & political disorder. The unions are calling off any strikes from Monday and have scheduled a final day of demonstrations in two weeks. Sarko appears to have won the battle, albeit with the help of underhand methods. Allegedly. According to Le Canard Enchaîné, he has ordered the state intelligence services to tap phones of journalists known to be working on stories injurious to the government's health, at least four of whom also happen to have suffered break-ins and computer theft in the last few weeks…
