Is Thursday I think. I am typing this in for the second time, as accidentally pressed wrong button and lost it. Second time today, did same on e-mail from daughter-in-law near Geneva. Two has been itching again and scratching madly in the night. Can now add rasping noises to giant snortles. Is probably Grounds For Divorce.
It is alternatively cloudy and sunny today, but not as bad as Paris, where it has apparently been pleuring all day nearly. I know this because not only am I watching the French Open and eagerly awaiting return of Murray onto court, but have had phone call from eldest daughter who lives there, and could hear the rain lashing down.
Watched match yesterday between two women, a Russian and a German. This consisted mainly of Oom Pa, Ouf, Oom Pa. Ouf, as they hit the ball backwards and forwards. Find this disconcerting. I think the German girl was oom-pa, and the Russian was ouf. Ouf won by the way.
Forgot to mention in pub on Saturday night, when Howling Wolf shook my hand so fervently on my departure, he announced to the pub, 'You are a Lady, yes you are. And you know you are'. Little I could say to this, so I smiled in what I hoped was a gracious fashion, and moved in ladylike fashion towards door. Will be difficult to live up to I feel. Must practise behaving in decorous manner. May buy pair of white gloves, and brush up on received pronounciation.
Aha, il ne pleut pas en Paris. Tennis is back, Murray on next. Shall return to sofa and sit in ladylike fashion, ankles neatly crossed, little finger crooked, and wait for Wee Scot to emerge.
Au revoir.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment