semi amusing story about this.. My husband is algerian and brought up in a very segregated world where men didn't talk about 'women's things' and , bless him, knows nothing about the Change really. On holiday in Algiers I started suffering from dryness, needed to buy something from the chemist but not speaking arabic I tried to explain what I wanted to hubby so he could buy it. I stood outside the shop.(.elderly male pharmacist, bit embarrassing) and hubby comes out with...thrush treatment..!
Anyhow we tried another shop with young girl on the counter and I , in very rusty schoolgirl french (thank goodness it's their second language) tried to think what the heck the french for 'vaginal dryness' was. Eventually they twigged..they has all sorts of products..I was red as a beetroot , I laughed and said 'education anglaise..'..to which they laughed even harder and replied 'education francaise..!' meaning they weren't in the least embarrassed. Moral of the story, when you go on holiday take your products with you to save your blushes.!
apple trees not flowering this year. Anyone else?
The King is to resume some duties.