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I hate double negatives but you hear them a lot in the UK.  My favourite is 'don't know nuffing about it', often used in police interview rooms.  This week, though, the double negative triumphed when Trump said, 'anybody that doesn't think there wasn't massive election fraud in the 2020 Presidential Election is either very stupid or very corrupt.'  A  perfect description of yourself Mr Trump.

On Sunday I played a match in the inter club tournament.  As my opponent was only 32 I didn't have high hopes but much to my amazement, and hers I imagine, I won the first set 6 1.  By the second set she had caught on that I can run most balls down and she upped her game, winning 4 6.  At 4 5 in the third set I looked doomed but after 3 hours of play I managed to eke out the last 2 games, winning 7 5.  She was not happy.  I was happy, and somewhat surprised, although I didn't show it, or couldn't, as after 3 hours I was lucky to be standing.  Monday morning I got up and played again, losing fairly  spectacularly.

I have been pumped full of vaccine but I will have to take a test before I go to the UK, take another one when I arrive and another before I return to France.  Someone is making a fortune out of us and I wonder how many British MPs have shares in the testing companies.

I don't have a vote in the UK because despite Tory promises I am still disenfranchised.  I tried to explain this word to French friends but they struggled to understand the concept.  After all the French get a vote wherever they live and there is even an MP representing French people living abroad.  Judging by Johnson's latest antics I suspect he is scared that we British people living overseas won't vote for him.  It would be nice to have the option though.

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