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May 17, 2017
There used be an Englishman that lived upstairs. He and his girlfriend moved out about a year ago. In the next building from mine, lives a nice Englishwoman. The weather looked miserable this morning so I left my bike and took the bus. Something I regretted as it turned out to be a fine, sunny morning. The English lady, Liz, waved to me as I got on the bus. I sat beside her and we talked until I got off at my stop. Itís so good to chat in your mother tongue with people that have similar points of reference.