I’ve got all the time in the world and nothing to write about.
Dom got her military service letter on Saturday, she should be going in January. They’d addressed it to Monsieur, she’s let them know the mistake, she doesn’t want to have a medical examination with a bunch of boys. Fortunately, it’s for just one day and is supposed to be really boring as it’s pitched at the lowest level. I told her to find out if the army would pay for her studies if she joined up. I’m sure the army uses psychologists. I was surprised that she wasn’t put out by that idea. When I was sixteen we were all very anti-military.