Does it really matter?
As Bessie is still ill, I am walking to work and back – or trying to, at least. Picking up hitch-hikers (even when they’re not hitch-hiking) seems to be the national pastime over here – and the weird thing is, everyone seems to know who I am and where I live! I am sitting here, in my study, trying to reply to all the mails, drinking a glass of Cotes be Beaune and listening to the Goldberg Variations (thanks Father) and pondering a bit about my life here. Five years ago, a car breaking down would have got me very stressed – now all I think is “Does it really matter?” No, not really – I’ll either get another one or go back to the pushbike (also called Bessie) – As they say, worse things happen at sea!
All the best
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