Never has an injury lay off been such a breath of fresh air. I have come to appreciate the joys of being able to stretch out. I am still nursing my traumatisme intercostal and though I am now capable of lifting my leg over my bike, I am still probably quite a way from being able to run around a football pitch.
So I won't.
The paper phoned up to ask me about how the eldest was coping at her college and about the shenanigans that the Lycee students are indulging in.
Well I guess the likelihood is that some of these kids' parents are out on the street being all anti-Sarkozy so why not the offspring.
To me there's something a bit strange about school kids getting politically involved. But I guess that I was just so institutionalised at 15 or 16. All I thought of doing was studying for my O levels or thinking about studying for my O levels.
I guess that is a default setting for someone who isn't that naturally bright. It never occurred to me to rebel. I figured that my best form of rebellion was to get educated and revolt that way against the constraints of poverty.
Gosh that's not so dumb. Perhaps I'll figure out how God was born.
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