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When I was still quite young, I was offered the chance to spend several weeks in the South of France. My Uncle was going to drive me down in his vintage MG sports car. There would be sun, sand and, crucially, French girls.

I was too scared of the French girls to go.

What do you regret not doing?

(, Thu 5 Oct 2006, 13:25)
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broken me leg
My regret: I’ve broken me leg
I was painting a ceiling, standing on a ladder and using a roller above me head, bored witless, and I got to thinking of white paint…
i was 14, staying with my parents in a French hotel, my first ever stay in a hotel and first ever time in a big room of my own, it had white walls, with tasteful pctures and big mirrors and eye dazzling white sheets on the bed…
I woke up in the morning with just one sheet over me, tent central.
I’d been woken by the maid bringing in juice and croissants, she looked about 18 and smiled at me and the er, tent in a low voice she asked ‘if I wanted anything else’ I was blush red and said ‘no thanks, that’s fine’ and she put the tray beside the bed.
‘are you sure ‘m’sieur that I cannot get you anything else?’ I said no again
still smiling,she started for the door, at the door she said ‘are you sure I cannot do anything for you?’

And that’s why I fell off the ladder…its taken me 20 years to realise what she meant
(, Wed 11 Oct 2006, 13:14, Reply)

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