The Rooster Won’t Crow
So I went to the grocery store yesterday to make the market. Among the items we needed were eggs. Curiously, there weren’t any eggs on the shelves. When we went to ask (ok Phillipe asked) why there weren’t any eggs, the man told is it’s because the chicken farmers are on strike.
Go figure. I guess this means no crepes for me this weekend.
There it is ladies and gentleman: my very first French strike. I only hope it finishes soon.
In other news, today marks the first day that only French will be spoken in the house. Eeep!