Susan was away again today, so no mentoring for me, which was fine.
I was telling Stuart today about our tennis. He asked if they played tennis north of the arctic circle. I said I had no idea. Strange question. Why? He said that if you were playing in the arctic wastelands and served two faults in a row, would that be a double on Tundra. He thinks he’s hilarious. Was quite funny, though, I suppose.
Tonight, after dinner, Agnes and I had a long chat, instead of watching TV. She’s really interesting, much more so than Ian, or Stuart, although that isn’t saying much. She knows a lot about art and literature, and I think if her parents hadn’t both died at an inopportune time, she may now have been living a good life. It really knocked the stuffing out of her, as she had also recently broken up with her boyfriend and so there was no one to comfort her in her grief. She sort of gave up and finished up becoming a street person. Despite all that, she seems to be one of those contented people who don’t feel they have something to prove. She’s very easy company.
Also, she’s a whiz at WORD and Excel. I wonder if Stuart has a place for her at work.
Must remember to put some cash aside to pay the lawnmower man in the morning. I owe him for last time, and he seems to prefer cash.