Jersey: Part Deux

Back in London now and of course it’s as though I never left. No matter how much fun I have away from home, I’m always so glad to get back to my own home and my own bed and my own mugs. I’m sure the Germans or the Finns have a word for it.

Before I continue my list of excellent things about Jersey, I would like to lament the dearth of fish and chip shops on the island. There isn’t one in either St. Peter or St. Aubin, not even a bad one.

Conversation with Kate at work following my mentioning a craving for seafood.

Kate: Well, you could take a bus or taxi to St.Helier and pick up some fish and chips from there.

Me: Seriously???? No!

How can this be? There are more chippies on Chiswick High Road alone, than in both these areas. Note to the parish councils of Jersey: it’s an island. Please address this unconscionable omission forthwith.

So, more excellent things about Jersey:

• Kathy seizing a seagull which was bomb-diving her daughter, grabbing it by the neck and punching it in the face. You would understand how funny this would have looked if you knew Kathy- she makes Audrey Hepburn look like a heffalump
• The ridiculously comfortable and spotlessly-clean Porthole Suites in St.Aubin. I had to drag myself away from my room and make myself go to work. Highly recommended
• The tendency of traffic jams to be caused by cows taking their time in crossing the road
• The rabbits playing hide and seek in the woods. Fun to watch for walkers while probably provoking a deep hatred in the local gardeners
• The wonderful sculpture and plaque at La Corbière, commemorating the survival of the victims of a local shipwreck
• Aaron’s craving for phonecalls at work. This may not be as requested but still, big shout going out to Aaron 🙂
• Karren’s  onesie-wearing, fetch-loving, crazy cat who thinks he’s a dog. He’s called Wispa because he can’t purr loudly. Her tabby-cat is called Crunchie…..
• Jersey Royals, obviously; not messed about with- just boiled with lashings of salt and butter. Incredible. I have to admit to being partial to eating them with some slices of Prosciutto as well but the plain option is the superior one

So, all in all, a big thumbs-up for Jersey. Back in England, I leave you with the story of a printer who made a tiny yet significant error in the Easter banners for a local church:

He didn’t notice it until one of his customers asked who Chris was. Comedy gold. Here is one of my favourite paintings of the resurrection: Noli me tangere by Fra Bartolomeo:

Christ is risen indeed. A very happy Easter to all our customers of whatever religious or non-religious persuasion. Remember, chocolate is full of flavonoids, it’s practically a health food when compared to say, Uranium. I’m a Pharmacist, I wouldn’t lie to you.