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I'm not a fan

 I am not a fan of our mayor and even less so since his most recent missive in which he implores everyone to keep their dogs under control so as not to cause accidents on the roads or frighten old ladies.  I have several problems with this.  First, his own dog is the biggest culprit, seen most days criss-crossing the road outside my house, forcing vehicles to halt or even worse, swerve.  Put your  own house in order Monsieur le Maire.   Secondly, why is it always 'old ladies' who may be frightened?  Don't men, young women or  could be 'people' get frightened?  Thirdly I would like to vote him out of office but, oh yes, because of Brexit I have had my vote taken away.

In fact I have been disenfranchised everywhere.  I am not allowed to vote in the UK anymore, I have never been able to vote in the French national elections and now even my right to vote in the local elections has been taken away.  So the phrase, 'don't complain if you don't exercise your right to vote', sticks in my craw.

We are in lockdown again so I am back to only being allowed out for an hour to exercise within a kilometre of the house, carrying my signed authorisation form and mask.  On Thursday evening the tennis ladies played tennis from 8.30pm until midnight, when the lockdown began.  Needless to say I didn't join them.  I don't know if workmen are permitted to come to the house so I may be looking at the holes in my ceiling and walls for some months to come.  I really must progress beyond page 2 in my Spanish book.


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