Covariance and contravariance

When I go down to coffee with my French speeking colleagues, I try to follow their conversations. I’m not very good at it yet.  The easiest ones for me are those that involve my Australian colleague who speaks French slightly slower and, I guess, with a different accent, from the locals. I followed his comparison of alternative routes for getting from Rennes to Bath thanks to elloquent hand gestures (Rennes – Paris, Paris – Dublin, Dubiln – Bristol) and the fact that I had heard it before in English. The orher one was  about some hair-raising computer science that I once used to teach.
I picked up the keys to my new appartment on wednesday and I will move in tomorrow. For a few days I’ll be sleeping on the floor, but after that I have a great plan: back to London on Thursday (Rennes – Southampton, Southampton – Waterloo, Waterloo – Shepherd’s Bush), then, on Friday, Nic and I are off to The Big Chill. After the weekend my brother will meet us in his car with my bike and other luggage and the three of us are booked on a ferry crossing on 8 August (Stansted – Portsmouth, Portsmouth – Caen, Caen – Rennes) for a few days holiday/home-making.

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