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Age is deceptive

I saw a walking/cycling group advertised in the next village so I decided to go along.  It was a hot day but starting the walk at 8.30am I figured it wouldn't be too bad.  I introduced myself, dutifully kissed everyone, even though they were complete strangers (doesn't seem to matter in France) and asked how far they walked.  10 km was the answer.  As we were about to set off the cyclists turned up, males and females equal in number.  A further delay was made while we all kissed the cyclists. 

I turned round at a tap on my arm to find an extremely tiny lady and of a very certain age, peering  up at me waiting to be kissed on both cheeks.  I bent double to reach her as the top of her head came to just above my waist.  She then put on a cyclist's helmet, climbed on what looked like an enormous bike but was actually of regular size and went off with the other riders.  'How does she ride that bike?'  I asked, 'she is  so small.'  'She jumps on and off, she is really good at it, quite remarkable in fact especially considering her age,' replied the man standing next to me.  'How old is she? I asked.  '85' was his reply.  '85!?' I exclaimed watching her cycle away, 'how far do they ride?'
'50 km usually,' came the reply/.

I think I am fairly fit but I have to take my hat off to that lady.

So the Ambassador caved in and resigned.  I don't blame him but what a shame he had to succumb to a bully.  I am sure with stronger backing from the UK he could have ridden it out.  After all Trump's attention span is very limited.

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