Poo ..

I love France and the French and everything about them. They have such a pride in their appearance, their food and their 'Frenchness' .. so why on earth don't they pick up their dog poo? It spoils the streets of every big town I've visited so far. It's so odd. I mean, they love their dogs and will happily allow them into bars and restaurants, but they just can't be bothered to clean up after them. After living here for almost four months now, it's just about the only sh*t thing I've come across ..

Poo...

Take dog for walk. Check! Pick up poo and put in bag. Check! Drop bag on floor and walk off. Check!...

Just what is the mentality of some people? Lesley and I can follow these trails of poo bags all around the streets in which we live. Inconsiderate dog-walkers who seem to think it's actually still ok to leave their animals' plop all over the roads. Still, I suppose it's better than not bagging it at all, but it's yet another indicator of the fact that standards are sliding down the pan in this country. Yesterday's blog was going to be about the general decline in decency and politeness in the UK. Just the little 'thank-you' and 'You're welcome' stuff that makes you feel warm and noticed - whether you're giving or receiving the acknowledgement. We seem such a glum, insular, hardened society now that it's almost as if it's a sign of weakness to let someone know you've appreciated their efforts. Well, it was going to be about that, until Angela and Robert emailed me from Thailand with a lovely 'Thank you' note for their Wedding photography. See, there I go, talking sh*t again!...