BillB
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- Location
- Luxembourg
- Type of diabetes
- Type 2
- Treatment type
- Tablets (oral)
- Dislikes
- Impolite people, yobbish behaviour, pretentious people.
We haven’t travelled much this year, mainly due to Jackie’s looming cataract surgery which was carried out last week. There were a number of pre-operative appointments over about 6 weeks and the torrential rain we experienced this winter didn’t encourage us to indulge our pastime of taking off for France or Germany for a few days.
Our son seems to have turned a page after the loss of his wife and is frequently out and about with friends and colleagues; he is at the moment of writing off on a trip to watch Charlton Athletic with a couple of his colleagues. Of course, since they all work in Luxembourg this takes up the whole weekend.
Our Christmas at a local hotel was very successful - my son and I did our regular exercise routine in the hotel’s swimming pool each day, and I admit this was the first time I had ever been swimming on Christmas Day.
Our son’s Christmas gift to us turned out to be tickets to an Andre Rieux concert in Trier, our closest big German town. This experience was on Jackie’s bucket list so he couldn’t have given her a better gift. Thinking about it, I suggested that we book into a nearby hotel for the night of the concert so that we wouldn’t have to worry about joining the streams of traffic from the arena at the end of the evening and could just relax. I found a hotel which turned out to be 200 metres from the venue and booked a room for the night. We duly checked into the hotel on the chosen day and found it to be an excellent choice. Not knowing this particular area we booked a table in the restaurant to give us plenty of time to have dinner and make our way over the road to the arena. I made an interesting discovery just before the meal when I ordered my usual aperitif of whisky without ice or water. The very friendly waitress brought up our drinks and the first sip made me sit up. This was a whisky I didn’t recognise (and I’ve been drinking whisky for a good few years now). It was distinctive enough to be a malt whisky but not one I recognised. I sipped and pondered for a few minutes and finally asked which whisky this was. The waitress brought me a leaflet about it, which to my astonishment told me it was a locally-distilled one. German whisky? I was totally gobsmacked. I’m not a snob when it comes to whisky – I’ll give virtually anything bearing that name a go, but I didn’t even know that whisky was distilled in Germany. And even more surprising – it was really nice. I decided that I would buy a bottle when I saw it and add it to my collection. To date I haven’t been able to find one. But I’m still looking.
The Arena was smaller than the usual Andre Rieux venue as we had seen on TV, but the atmosphere was the same – everybody was tensed up for a great evening. We hung our coats in the cloakrooms and took our seats. We must have been in a section occupied by Luxembourgers, because our area was a sea of red, white and blue flags.
The lights dimmed slightly, the notes of “76 Trombones” struck up over the speaker systems and the orchestra came down the aisles, Andre Rieux in the vanguard, up the steps to the stage, and then took their places with their instruments. The audience was applauding and cheering and Andre stepped to the front of the stage and began talking to the audience. At that moment, the woman behind us began talking to her husband. She continued to talk all through the first half of the concert. The only time she stopped talking was when they played a song she recognised, when she sang along with the singer, very loudly. At one point Jackie turned around and gave the woman a fearsome glare. It was the kind of glare that when she gives it to me, I know I’m in dead trouble. The woman ignored her. After another twenty minutes I turned around, put my finger to my lips and went “Shhhh!” She ignored me and continued talking.
The interval came and went. The orchestra came back and Andre came to the front of the stage and began his usual 2nd half introduction. The woman behind found this too much competition. She raised the volume of her voice. I think she was speaking Greek, but I wasn’t sure as I was hearing two foreign languages simultaneously, one of which I don’t speak. I’ve worked with most European nationalities during my life as an expat, and I found the Greeks to be the most arrogant. The nonstop chat became too much for the German lady sitting next to her who asked her, politely, in German, to be quiet. The talker just said sneeringly, “Eengleesh”, which she didn’t speak that well. But Jackie thought, as an English person, that she would speak English, so she asked her to be quiet. The woman’s husband said to Jackie, “What’s your problem, we’re only talking.”
Now faced with this arrogant stupidity, I was left speechless. If I had been siting behind them I could simply have leant forward and cracked their heads together hard enough to knock them both insensible for the rest of the concert. Alas, I’m not the violent type.
The concert ended and we went quickly to get our coats. The way I felt, if the wretched woman said one word to me I might well have done something I’d regret.
We made our way back to the hotel, took a table in the bar and I ordered another German whisky. Jackie had a G&T. The place began to fill up with people returning from the concert. What a shame that an evening that had promised so much had turned so sour because of a selfish and arrogant pair.
However, on the plus side I was sifting through the Daily Telegraph online shortly afterwards when I came across an ad for an Andre Rieux concert at the Wembley Arena. The price included a night in a hotel, a bus to and from Wembley and breakfast the next morning. I whipped upstairs and told Jackie that we were going to another AR concert – albeit in December. We made the necessary phone calls and thanks to the magic of Visa, we now have reservations.
Travelwise, we leave towards the end of April for a tour of Western Canada and the Rockies. It will be our first visit to Canada, but the tour looks really promising: starting in Vancouver and ending in Calgary, including two days on the Rocky Mountaineer train. We’re really looking forward to this trip.
In September our youngest son and his wife are planning to renew their wedding vows so we have to go. We’ll spend a month with our friends Claire and Terry, taking off for a few days to meet up with our son in Las Vegas and celebrate the renewal. That’s all we have on the horizon at the moment, but I’m toying with the idea of spending a couple of days by TGV in either Lyon or Marseille. That all depends on the time of year and the school holidays – we make a point of avoiding those periods as being the most expensive and the most crowded. So we’ll see.
Our son seems to have turned a page after the loss of his wife and is frequently out and about with friends and colleagues; he is at the moment of writing off on a trip to watch Charlton Athletic with a couple of his colleagues. Of course, since they all work in Luxembourg this takes up the whole weekend.
Our Christmas at a local hotel was very successful - my son and I did our regular exercise routine in the hotel’s swimming pool each day, and I admit this was the first time I had ever been swimming on Christmas Day.
Our son’s Christmas gift to us turned out to be tickets to an Andre Rieux concert in Trier, our closest big German town. This experience was on Jackie’s bucket list so he couldn’t have given her a better gift. Thinking about it, I suggested that we book into a nearby hotel for the night of the concert so that we wouldn’t have to worry about joining the streams of traffic from the arena at the end of the evening and could just relax. I found a hotel which turned out to be 200 metres from the venue and booked a room for the night. We duly checked into the hotel on the chosen day and found it to be an excellent choice. Not knowing this particular area we booked a table in the restaurant to give us plenty of time to have dinner and make our way over the road to the arena. I made an interesting discovery just before the meal when I ordered my usual aperitif of whisky without ice or water. The very friendly waitress brought up our drinks and the first sip made me sit up. This was a whisky I didn’t recognise (and I’ve been drinking whisky for a good few years now). It was distinctive enough to be a malt whisky but not one I recognised. I sipped and pondered for a few minutes and finally asked which whisky this was. The waitress brought me a leaflet about it, which to my astonishment told me it was a locally-distilled one. German whisky? I was totally gobsmacked. I’m not a snob when it comes to whisky – I’ll give virtually anything bearing that name a go, but I didn’t even know that whisky was distilled in Germany. And even more surprising – it was really nice. I decided that I would buy a bottle when I saw it and add it to my collection. To date I haven’t been able to find one. But I’m still looking.
The Arena was smaller than the usual Andre Rieux venue as we had seen on TV, but the atmosphere was the same – everybody was tensed up for a great evening. We hung our coats in the cloakrooms and took our seats. We must have been in a section occupied by Luxembourgers, because our area was a sea of red, white and blue flags.
The lights dimmed slightly, the notes of “76 Trombones” struck up over the speaker systems and the orchestra came down the aisles, Andre Rieux in the vanguard, up the steps to the stage, and then took their places with their instruments. The audience was applauding and cheering and Andre stepped to the front of the stage and began talking to the audience. At that moment, the woman behind us began talking to her husband. She continued to talk all through the first half of the concert. The only time she stopped talking was when they played a song she recognised, when she sang along with the singer, very loudly. At one point Jackie turned around and gave the woman a fearsome glare. It was the kind of glare that when she gives it to me, I know I’m in dead trouble. The woman ignored her. After another twenty minutes I turned around, put my finger to my lips and went “Shhhh!” She ignored me and continued talking.
The interval came and went. The orchestra came back and Andre came to the front of the stage and began his usual 2nd half introduction. The woman behind found this too much competition. She raised the volume of her voice. I think she was speaking Greek, but I wasn’t sure as I was hearing two foreign languages simultaneously, one of which I don’t speak. I’ve worked with most European nationalities during my life as an expat, and I found the Greeks to be the most arrogant. The nonstop chat became too much for the German lady sitting next to her who asked her, politely, in German, to be quiet. The talker just said sneeringly, “Eengleesh”, which she didn’t speak that well. But Jackie thought, as an English person, that she would speak English, so she asked her to be quiet. The woman’s husband said to Jackie, “What’s your problem, we’re only talking.”
Now faced with this arrogant stupidity, I was left speechless. If I had been siting behind them I could simply have leant forward and cracked their heads together hard enough to knock them both insensible for the rest of the concert. Alas, I’m not the violent type.
The concert ended and we went quickly to get our coats. The way I felt, if the wretched woman said one word to me I might well have done something I’d regret.
We made our way back to the hotel, took a table in the bar and I ordered another German whisky. Jackie had a G&T. The place began to fill up with people returning from the concert. What a shame that an evening that had promised so much had turned so sour because of a selfish and arrogant pair.
However, on the plus side I was sifting through the Daily Telegraph online shortly afterwards when I came across an ad for an Andre Rieux concert at the Wembley Arena. The price included a night in a hotel, a bus to and from Wembley and breakfast the next morning. I whipped upstairs and told Jackie that we were going to another AR concert – albeit in December. We made the necessary phone calls and thanks to the magic of Visa, we now have reservations.
Travelwise, we leave towards the end of April for a tour of Western Canada and the Rockies. It will be our first visit to Canada, but the tour looks really promising: starting in Vancouver and ending in Calgary, including two days on the Rocky Mountaineer train. We’re really looking forward to this trip.
In September our youngest son and his wife are planning to renew their wedding vows so we have to go. We’ll spend a month with our friends Claire and Terry, taking off for a few days to meet up with our son in Las Vegas and celebrate the renewal. That’s all we have on the horizon at the moment, but I’m toying with the idea of spending a couple of days by TGV in either Lyon or Marseille. That all depends on the time of year and the school holidays – we make a point of avoiding those periods as being the most expensive and the most crowded. So we’ll see.