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October 24, 2008

‘A plus tard, cherie,’ says Luis, as he leaves at some ungodly hour to go and lay a flagstone floor in Bordeaux with his compatriots.

I get up as soon as it is light and walk Biff by the ruins of the chateau. As he is flipped into the air by a black dog three times his size - but still goes back for more - I sit under a linden tree in the coppery autumn sunshine and think how strange life is.

Falling for Luis was never part of the plan - at least not a few months ago when I was threatening him with the gendarmes if he didn’t turn his music down.

The only thing that connects us is the spark of physical attraction - though some would say that you can go a long way with that - and the fact that, one summer, we found ourselves in the same French village at the same time, living next door to each other.

comments (2)

1. Posted by sidney on October 24, 2008 11:21 AM

It's so strange how fate works. Enjoy your time together and hope it lasts.
I fear that it may already be over though!

2. Posted by Eagle Wings on October 30, 2008 2:57 PM

Synchronicity can be very powerful...

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