I have been living out of a suitcase since January and I have two more weeks to go until I get home. I have slept on blow up beds, 2foot 6inch wide beds, floors, trains and planes and occasionally a luxuriously large bed in a posh hotel. I don't mind this way of life and am wondering what exactly are the advantages of keeping your clothes in a closet and all the 'stuff' that is in my house, not that I have much as I am a bit of a minimalist. Bad news for burglars. I am a nomad and enjoy it. My children at various times, have suggested I live in a narrow boat, a caravan and a wooden lodge, none of which really fit the bill. So in May I shall go home to France and see how long I can I stay before I am packing a rucksack again.
I played tennis with Yvette today. Yesterday I asked if we could play early before the day gets too hot. She suggested 9.30am. I was thinking of 8.00am but Yvette has been married 46 years and her husband still brings her breakfast in bed every morning so 9.30 is probably the crack of dawn. I thought I had got used to Yvette's little antics but this morning she behaved like John McEnroe. I was 4-1 up in the first set when suddenly she announced that the score was 4-3. I am used to these little tricks so I stood my ground. She argued, she shouted. I ignored her and took my position ready to receive serve but her shouting got louder, calling me a cheat and then using some choice words. Her ploy worked. I lost concentration and started to lose, eventually losing in a tie break. I was not happy but said nothing. At the end of the set Yvette asked me if I was angry with her, using the expression 'tu me fais la tete?' I sa...
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