I have been in this country for 6 years now ( waaaooooww ), but I have reached the point now where I am not buying my food in Luxembourg anymore when I go there ( except wines !! ). Plus in Tesco's or Sainsbury's at least you have something to read.
Example? Last week we bought some minced beef ( organic ! ): along with the ingredients I read the label "origin Austria, slaughtered in Belgium, minced in UK". Waoow, sounds like the poor animal was slaughtered while travelling from Austria to England.
Talking of organic, the stands with organic ( bio for my fellow Luxembourgers ) food have risen over the past months, but why is it packed and wrapped in double plastic bags or boxes? That doesn't help nature too much.
Last but not least a lot of cardboard packages show the sentence " Recyclable", but can you tell me where in London one can throw away cardboard for recycling??? Not in the bins for "paper" at least ( "Warning: NO cardboard..." ). And why on earth when I asked for energising bars and drinks, did the Tesco employee send me to row 26, where I was confronted with....crisps and popcorn??
Have a nice day
P.S. I will be travelling until Sunday, so I doubt I'll be able to send you the morning mail this week. See you next week.
This one has been going around for a while now, but here it goes:
Morris returns from the doctor and tells his wife that the doctor has told him he has only 24 hours to live. Given the prognosis, Morris asks his wife for sex. Naturally, she agrees, so they make love. About 6 hrs later, the husband goes to his wife and says, "Honey, you know I now have only 18 hrs to live. Could we please do it one more time?" Of course, the wife agrees, and they do it again. Later, as the man gets into bed, he looks at his watch and realizes that he now has only 8 hrs left. He touches his wife's shoulder and asks, "Honey, please...just one more time before I die." She says, "Of course, Dear," and they make love for the third time. After this session, the wife rolls over and falls fast asleep. Morris, however, worried about his impending demise, tosses and turns, until he's down to 4 more hours. He taps his wife, who rouses. "Honey, I have only 4 more hours. Do you think we could..."At this point the wife sits up and says, "Listen Morris, I have to get up in the morning.....you don't."