… here in France today, and so everyone celebrates the Festival of Work by not working.
I’m included in that too – I had a day off and spent the morning in bed, which I thoroughly enjoyed. I was on my travels too – running a taxi company with one of my old drivers and with a yound lad who was a chauffeur with us in the EU. We were quite busy and the older driver had a long-distance job to do, so when someone asked me to send a car to meet the bus traveling from Chester to Newcastle-under-Lime, I was worried about whether he would be back in time to do the job, but as it happened, the younger driver was free at the right moment so he made the pick-up.
And meanwhile, I was living with Marianne in an apartment somewhere – a bit salubrious and run-down, and I remember changing my bedroom to one that was much smaller and painted yellow. As the alarm clock was showing the wrong time, I was busy resetting it, and Marianne, who saw me do it, asked me if I was planning to leave.
After breakfast, I had something of a rest and relax, and then went round to Cecile’s. There were a few jobs that needed to be done there, so I attended that.
I’ve had some paperwork to do as well. I’m going into Montlucon tomorrow and I need a few papers signing so I want to make sure that I have all that I need.
