Taking away your coffee machine. Pah – the French would burn horses in the streets for less.
I love the way on the continent people sit around in charming little cafes, or outside at little tables, sipping coffee from tiny cute little cups, chatting about life, all very sedate and tranquil, whereas we huddle round the back of the car-park, clutching a polystyrene beaker containing weak watery mud, which becomes ever more diluted by the pissing rain…
Well, I've watched a few French films and that, and that's what they seem to do anyway.