School starts at some ungodly hour and they're home by 2pm if I remember correctly... But the amount of after school activities was/is mind boggling by UK standards
strega club chapletown was open when the pubs were closed ,specially Sunday afternoon... Monday is shut in france and dinner time.... BUT some bigger supermarches are open all day....
@snotty I remember so well! 1995 I was living a bachelor existence in a small village hotel near Munich Airport, as my wife had to stay in UK while my daughter did her A levels. One Saturday morning I was alone in the hangar doing maintenance on BMW's Gulfstream IV, I kept reminding myself that I had to go shopping before lunch time, to buy everything for the weekend. Suddenly it was 14:00 and I realised that everywhere was closed. I consoled myself by planning a nice steak at the little restaurant next to my hotel. That evening I tried to order my steak, but was told it was 'Spargel week' (Asparagus) So much for my steak! I had to make do with a plate full of of bloody green stalks in some sort of sauce. Oh yes I remember early closing! Tony
It's OK. We manage with candles and a wind-up gramophone when the Light Programme isn't available on the wireless.
Still got my keys - there's a box at Mere near Tatton Park - and another near Grasmere in Lake District - keep meaning to try the key in them.
Working! On a Saturday? Must have been obvious you were a Brit . The Germans will have knocked off at 16:00 on the Friday afternoon...
Half day closing on a Thursday in my home town, all the shops closed for lunch, and nowhere would have dreamt of opening on a Sunday. I don't remember any of it being desperately inconvenient ( and in fairness barring the Co-op and the little Tesco Express nowhere is open on a Sunday now either.... somehow we all seem to survive!!) Pubs closed in the afternoon, the last orders bell, calling 'Time', and then a lock-in if you were pals with the barman. Happy days. Oh lord, I'll be getting misty eyed about the national anthem followed by the test card at midnight on the TV next, and the electricity meter with the stack of 10p pieces under the stairs..........
My Mrs argues with the satnav. I keep telling her it's not a real person, but she must have the last word ...