A Life of Constant Triumph?

You cannot keep a good half-French protester down.

La Fille returned from our foray into the mass demonstration and General Strike on Friday and made herself a placard. It even had writing on it. To be more accurate it had a series of letters on it in no particular order. Still, you could say the same of some of the acronym plastered banners waved last week, though La Fille is refusing to say what R T H I L or P O E A M might stand for. If there had been a C or a B or an S, I might have guessed it was a call to arms for more chocolate, bonbons or sweets, but as it is I haven't a clue. Having decorated her paper 'placard' she then glued it to a wooden chopstick she dug out of a kitchen drawer and began striding up and down the apartment. I could have been accused of political indoctrination, though that was not my intention at all, were it not for the fact that she was wearing a horribly sparkly frilly 'princess dress', a silver coloured plastic tiara and matching clip-on earrings as she marched.

A quote from Richard Dreyfuss in a theatre review in The Times, to combat the February blues.

“There are things in my life I have no regrets about. Other things I’ve done, I wince at. The drugs, the arrogance. That stuff. But does anyone live a life of constant triumph?”