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Nothing happens in August

The French disappear in August but thankfully I managed to get a game of tennis with a Frenchman yesterday.  He beat me spectacularly but we both did an awful lot of running and most games went to deuce.

There is a small bridge near where I live.  When I say small it is about 75 meters maximum.  It is not a fancy bridge, nor is it old, in fact it looks as though it was made out of those barriers that the police put across the road.  Anyway, they started painting it in May, or at least scraping the paint off, so temporary lights were erected and the daily trip took an extra five minutes.  We had lovely dry, hot weather in June and July but there was little action taking place on the bridge.  This week it started to rain so the painters came along and erected plastic shelters so that they could work in the dry.  It is three months since they started and I would estimate another 3 months before they finish.  Thank goodness they are not painting the Forth bridge.   Macron says he will reform the labour laws and reduce public spending.  Good luck with that then.  The Unions are just waiting for their holidays to finish before they start the strikes in September.

Glen Campbell died yesterday.  I remember seeing him perform live.  I think it was about 1975 in the States when he had just brought out his latest single, Rhinestone Cowboy.  He actually came on stage riding a horse and he did look every inch an cowboy.  He began to sing but the horse clearly didn't appreciate it and turned round and faced the other way.  Glen desperately tried to get the horse to face the audience but every time he managed to turn him, the horse turned round again.  Finally Glen finished the song looking backwards over his shoulder.  I hadn't had such a good laugh in a long time.

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