Hey, there's still some Nepalese bread in there, just waiting to be fried up for a healthy low-fat breakfast.
None of which really helps me as I try to think of healthy, protein-packed meals. I have this bit of hampe, and obviously just frying it up and serving it with a slab of foie gras, some oignons confits and maybe a bit of bastard béarnaise is not an option.
Not that oignons confits are particularly calorific, just that what they're usually served with (ie foie gras) is. But if that doesn't worry you, Margo had some at a restaurant in Lyon the other day (before the diet) to which they'd added a twist, which I tried: once your thinly sliced spring onions are sweating nicely in butter, add the balsamic vinegar (use the white variety if you can get it, it'll turn out a pretty pink) which will slowly reduce and a slosh of sirop de grenadine and some vanilla seeds. Definitely worth your while.
Finally managed to get a quorum on Saturday chez Liddy: Bryan seems to have finished painting the rooms of his new language school (a task made more difficult by the fact that inconsiderate members of the public will occasionally wander in and ask what's going on), Beckham was not, for a change, being kicked out of anywhere, and having finished the fruit & vege run in record time I too was there; with Margo, for once.
Have I mentioned that we are going to be very happy when Jerry shifts out? Not that he's any great trouble, objectively speaking, but along with this capacity to make food supplies disappear he also has all the stealth of a mammoth which means that when he gets up early to catch (or, occasionally, miss) the bus through to Challes, all the rest of us know about it.
It's been eighteen months or so since last I changed phones, and as the current one is starting to have the odd hissy-fit, like turning itself off spasmodically and then claiming to have no battery, I thought it was about time I replaced it. Don't know why but I still rather like Samsungs, so I trotted off a week or so ago to the local Bouygues shop down at Carrefour (I'm old-fashioned and I like instant gratification: going online, ordering something and having it arrive a few days later just can't compare with the feeling of walking out of a shop with the coveted object) to see what they could offer me.
You can see where this is going, I expect: sure enough, the sod never rang back and the next time I went past the dump there was a big sign up saying it was closed until June for renovations. So I gritted my teeth and went to the Bouygues agency in town, and after 45 minutes I found out that they didn't have any either, and finally walked out with a Wave M as I was damned if I was going to go out without something shiny.
The first step, obviously, was to reinstall the 1.54 software that came with the old phone, and back everything up: contacts, texts, and memos. So far, so good. Then, we try connecting to the new phone. Ah, no luck there: don't know why that surprised me. So I go onto the Samsung site and download the latest version on offer: 2.00. Install that: still no luck. And I notice that the backed-up data isn't available either. Bugger.
At this point I notice that the bloody Windows UAC permissions window has, as usual, opened up behind the software installer window, which is of course waiting for me to click on the OK button on the window I can't see. Of course there is the teeny icon on the taskbar, but that's on the other screen ... Sigh, curse, carry on.
But all is not lost: the new phone will import SMS from the SD card. Although it will not import memos, but what the hell. I don't have that many. The old phone will happily export all memos to the SD card - great! - but each and every SMS must be exported individually. Which is, when you have about 400 of the things, a somewhat tedious process.
|Mr. Good Taste: Pierre The Execrable|
So I eventually abandoned that particular bright idea - what the hell, it's just a year or more of my life in there - and resigned myself to starting from scratch. I wouldn't mind quite so much if I didn't know that sometime in the future I'm going to have to go through the whole bloody procedure yet again, probably with the same lack of success.
|What looks like a Good Keen Man|
Perhaps I should just give in and read the manual - once I can find out exactly where on Samsung's crap site I can download the festering thing.
In other news, the shrink doesn't want to see me any more: apparently, I am not mad enough. I suppose I'd have to agree with him on that one - but then, I would say that, wouldn't I - but it's true. Doesn't take much, some times. More news on that one next time, I think.
You really should try that. And if you're good, you might get some more from the Beckham Diaries (Currently at 3657 Reasons to Hate The French.)