Getting to Grips!

This is my second posting on my blog. I'm still a bit vague on even how I'm doing this but my excuse is that I'm over 50 and therefore don't understand anything that isn't either steam-powered or clockwork!
Perhaps I should explain the title of this blog. My family have been friendly with the Mussards, a family in Tours, France, for several years. It all started with a school exchange and has continued, via a teenage love affair between our offspring, ever since. Monsieur Mussard is very partial to the Loire Valley Vouvray wines, and when we all visited Tours in summer 2004 no meal (even breakfast) went without opening bottles of "ze ze ze ze Vouvray!". They are very drinkable wines and I recommend them to anyone - even you wine snobs who would not - as our French friends did - mix blackcurrant cordial with last night's left-over Vouvray to drink with breakfast. I, along with most French, hate wine "snobbery". If you like it - drink it. Never mind if it isn't the right colour for the meat dish. Never mind if it did not come from a traditional wine-producing country. As long as it tastes good to you - ENJOY!!!!!
Had a boring day in work today. I work for a well-known DIY chain (no names but if you try to guess - you can do it). There's a great team in my store and the management aren't bad. It's not their fault that they have to treat us all as numbers, that's just the way of the world in chain retail. The fact remains that all the team members are treated as dogsbodies unless they are sly management creeps (are the management naive enough to believe that they really are keen or do they recognise the creeps and just take advantage of them - I hope it's the latter!)
Meanwhile the news is, as always, depressing. Further race riots in France. Still too many people left without help in Kashmir while Pakistan and India pay lip service to co-operation. It still amazes me that the British tabloids treat soaps as if they were real life so that Eastenders gets the front page while life-changing news gets demoted to page four or five (after the tits and bums!). Am I cynical or what?