Bonjour!!
This is Roger Lamballe, from across. The older fellow, what's his name, was writing a journal during his lockdown and has mentioned me. He has told, I think, that I am taking over his spot for a while now. If my writing does not sound good in English, please excuse me. I am bad at all languages equally.
I wish only quickly to say a bit about myself in this first post. My name Roger has two pronunciations - as in Thesaurus or as in Tennis. I am at ease with both, but around here I am mostly called (Tennis) Roger. I actually was driving down the motorway and saw Mr Federer in my rearview mirror. Not in the backseat, no, but in the automobile behind me. I put my hand out the window and waved in what I hoped would be interpreted as a friendly gesture, and he waved back. More exciting things have, of course, happened to me, and perhaps I shall relate a few incidents in these pages.
Everything my friend has written about me is quite accurate. He mentioned my hair, what I call a quiff, which I had bleached for fun. What he did not know was that I was copying the look of my childhood hero, Tintin. Were one to inspect my wardrobe, the chances are high that one would find a plus-four or two, a Burberry mac, and a checked sleeveless jumper. I wear a number 9 shoe. But I think I might be giving up too much information. Were we playing the game within the game, I would have been snookered by now.
You have been introduced to Digo as well on this site. Whilst not quite the Tintin type, I do have hopes for him becoming the adventurer on the block. I suppose in a literary sense, he could best be described as young Jim Hawkins, of the Admiral Benbow Inn in Treasure Island. I do hope you have read the book, Digo. I shall have to ask, and if you have not, I shall lend you my copy. Mind you!
Don't get it into your head to throw it. If you must succumb to the book-tossing urges of youth, I have an unread copy of The da Vinci Code given me for Christmas several years ago by a lonely woman which you may merrily fling to the heavens (the book, I mean, not the woman, as the woman in question is not of lightweight material).
I must press the pause button now. I shall see you all soon.