Infusion 8 Day 14
I was chatting with a Croquet playing friend this weekend about my PCa. He said he was glad that I still had my 'sang-froid'.
Which brought this to mind.
3 Frenchmen and an Englishman are having a drink together in a cafe in Paris.
Englishman: You have some wonderful phrases in the French language. I've always wondered what sang-froid means.
1st Frenchman: I will explain.
The husband he comes home unexpectedly at lunchtime. He unlocks the front door. He goes into the lounge.
He hears noises from the bedroom upstairs. He listens for a few moments and then quietly goes out of the front door, locks the door and goes back to work.
That is sang-froid.
2nd Frenchman: Non, non, non! That is not sang-froid, that is savoir faire. I will explain the meaning of sang-froid.
The husband he comes home unexpectedly at lunchtime. He unlocks the front door. He goes into the lounge.
He hears noises from the bedroom upstairs. He goes up the stairs. He opens the bedroom door. He sees the wife in bed with the lover.
He quietly closes the bedroom door. He goes down the stairs. He goes through the lounge and then quietly goes out of the front door, locks the door and goes back to work.
That is sang-froid.
3rd Frenchman: Non, non, non! That is not sang-froid, that is laissez-faire. I will explain the meaning of sang-froid.
The husband he comes home unexpectedly at lunchtime. He unlocks the front door. He goes into the lounge.
He hears noises from the bedroom upstairs. He goes up the stairs. He opens the bedroom door. He sees the wife in bed with the lover.
He watches for a few moments and then says to the lover: continuer!
Now, if the lover can continuer, then that is sang-froid.
Today's MK.
A song about Napoleon, Done With Bonaparte:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l-ClOcxsDDY
And, The Scaffolder's Wife:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=blC-scRu99A