While waiting for our tennis match one of the men challenged us all to a skipping competition. I haven't skipped since I was at school but I found that it was easy and really enjoyable. A few days later I went to Decathlon and asked a young man if he had any skipping ropes. 'How old is she?' he asked. 'HE is 85' I replied, and left him with his mouth open.
This morning, with my head full of things I still have to do, I got on the tram and forgot to scan my ticket. The inspector got on 2 stops later and said I had to pay 45€ for this lapse. Why can't I scan it now? a reasonable question in my opinion, was met with scorn, so I paid up. On the tram back from the hospital there she was again and checked my ticket with glee. While she was doing that a young man got on, sat down and did not show any sign of even having a ticket, let alone scanning one. The inspector passed him by without a second glance. Today is the last day for packing and organising. Tomorrow the removal company will arrive at 6am to take it all away and put it in storage. Tomorrow night I will sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor and Thursday I go to the hospital to be nuked for the last time. The sleeping bag is the one that saved me from hypothermia when a friend and I were lost for ...
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