Today was rather "ordainary", I was on a half day, so woke up around ten, pottered about the house till 11:30 when i had lunch, chicken tandoori, and a glass of red wine.... went to the post office, did a bit of browsing in the shops in the village, bumped into a friend, went for a beer on one of the few bars with a terrace, came home, prepared my clothes for work, took out the bins,and recycling, and headed off to work.
Dinner service went swimmingly, and we all decided among the staff that we would probably finish early, and head out for a jar or two after work.
I got a phone call, from that ould rock I referred to as home, and the voice said "what you up to".."yeah, just heading out for a few drinks with the lads", came my reply.
"WHAT!!! Alcohol on Good Friday?? That's not even possible, the pubs are closed". I had to reassure my friend that the pubs were very much open, as I'd already been in one today for a beer.
I find it refreshing to live in a country where you don't have to comply with the religious muck of others, and can live your life. After all, it is up to US to decide if we would like to have a glass of wine with lunch.
Ok, France is not a democracy, as much as the next country with a president, or "elected" government, but, hey, at least non hardline-catholics can have their red meat and cognac after dinner.