Over the week-end i was reminiscing and exchanging war stories about the good old days ...

Like, how i could remember, as a kid, we had to put up with four day working weeks
Snow storms which closed down the schools
Power cuts which meant spending the evenings with no t.v (!!) or only candlelight and the radio for fun (no, thank you, i wasn't born in the Edwardian era)

Finally we got around to talking about the french inalienable right to strike

Suddenly it came to me : this time last year we were all stranded for the best part of two weeks when the train drivers decided to down tools (it was just too darned cold for them to get up in the mornings)
They stayed at home, tucked up in their nice warm duvets whilst the rest of us took Shanks' poney and struggled in to work or risked getting the big heave-ho

I wondered out loud as to the lack of industrial action this year - is it something that we should be praising King Nikolas Le Petit for ?

It was pointed out to me that this week, were going to have :
a postal strike
a teachers strike

and ...

... our good old buddies, the train drivers, are grinding to a halt from tomorrow night until thursday morning

I should have held my tongue :'(