Kya hua study complete ho gyi kya.Main. Sorry di wo main sach me aapke hi baare me soch raha tha.Poonam. pata hai mujhe aur tu mujhe di nhi bol poonam...kehkar pukaar.Main. Lekin …..Poonam. lekin wekin kuch nahi tu mujhe poonam hi kahega ok.Main. Ok..Poonam. to ye bta ki tu mere bare me kya soch raha tha kuch galat to nhi soch raha tha na aur muskurane lagi.Main. Nhi main aapke baare me kuch galat nhi soch raha tha aur kabhi soch bhi nahi sakta.Poonam. kyon tujhme damm nhi hai kya.Ye sunkar mera. I was in two minds whether to go, but I was persuaded it was better than being alone. There must have been around thirty of us: brothers, sisters, cousins, nephews and nieces and distant relatives I'd never heard of before.Midnight on Christmas Eve approached. The custom was for us all to go to midnight mass at the village church. They all went except two of us: me because I wasn't into all that religious stuff, and Alison, the partner of one of my distant cousins, who stayed behind to look. Bev turned to me. "C'mon, sugar pea. We're gonna get something to eat. We'll put your case in the trunk."That's what we did. We went in to have something to eat. As we waited for the waitress to come over both of them were tickling my legs with their feet. They had flipped off their flip-flops and were both giggling as I squirmed from their touches. They were obviously familiar faces at the diner because they were both flirting with the waitress when she approached and called them both by their. ” I explained.That led to me telling Betty about their life in France, and how they loved it. Mentioning that rural France was like England in the fifties, but with all the mod-cons, had her green with envy.“Oh, I wish we could return to those days,” She said, then laughed before adding, “keeping all my electric gadgets of course.”She then went on to extol the virtues of living in the decade that I was born, very little of which I could remember.Just before I left, Lyn arranged for her mother.