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Tennis again

There are so many things to do when buying a property, electric, gas, water, insurance and so it goes on.  Doing everything in a foreign language is challenging but add to that the dreaded masks and it is a miracle I can understand anything.  This morning I went in search of house insurance.  It took precisely 30 seconds for the agent to remove her mask and for me to think, 'thank goodness', now I can understand what she is saying.  She asked me whether I had anything that was worth more than 400€ and was less than ten years old.   I thought about this and came to the conclusion that after a fairly long life I don't own anything of value, not monetary anyway.  She then recommended that I add specific robbery from the house.  Isn't that a contradiction in terms, after all I had just admitted that I owned nothing of value so what exactly would they steal that I would miss?  After all  they are hardly likely to want my photograph albums, or paintings from China, which have no monetary value.  As I plan to move into a very small apartment I can say, with a hint of pride, that I have no junk, and have reduced my life to a manageable size.  When I get it down to 2 suitcases I shall have won.

Nobody signs anything nowadays or plonks a hefty folder of contract papers in front of you.  Whether it is a utility or signing deeds of a house, the clauses are run by you on a screen, a code is sent to you and voila you have signed your life away.  Everything goes onto your laptop, which you drop in the bath, and all is lost.

I had to stop playing tennis in May in order to undergo a cancer operation and the follow up treatment, not forgetting moving house at the same time, but now after 4 months, I am set to hit the courts tomorrow.  Will I last 2 hours?  Watch this space.

My son has just spent 10 days in the gite with me.  How nice it was to have visitors again,  especially one  of my precious family.   Of course, with his 6ft 5in height and his hollow legs I shall have to start saving up now in order to feed him next time he visits.

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