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Making plans

 I put my house on the market last June but houses don't sell quickly in France and we are in the middle of a pandemic so I didn't take much notice of it.  However, in the last two weeks I have had a rush of interest and it occurred to me that maybe I should start thinking about what I do next or probably more important, where do I go next?  I have no idea.  Most people plan their lives ahead of time but I just don't get around to it until needs must and actions must be taken.  I am always accusing one of my sons of being a procrastinator but when it comes to moving I am the worst.  I don't even know which country to live in or whether I want to keep my furniture and if I don't how do I sell it?  Well we will see.

I tried to watch Macron's speech last night but it was so rambling and incoherent I gave up.  He was going on about testing and contact tracing without addressing the real problem of people getting vaccinated.  He has the nerve to be considering introducing vaccine passports when it is virtually impossible to get a vaccine, even if you are eligible.  Then there is this silly rule about Astra Zenica vaccine being unsuitable for over 65s.  I am happy to take it.

It is so good to  be back on the tennis court even if my play is less than impressive.  Well what do you expect when you haven't played for a year?  Let's hope the powers that be don't close them again.

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