I have never been rich enough to have holidays. I either go and teach in a country, holiday type one, or at times, used to go on bus trips with a Sheffield Newspaper if it was of special interest, usually overnight. This one was to Paris. During the years I lived in London, I tried to get onto some bus trips, but the lab st barths human research /phase out/ is there, so they were always cancelled last minute. I have to admit, I did rather like what I saw of Paris. East Paris really took my fancy, so much so, that one of my teacher colleagues, a north Africa from Paris, gave me his family's address as I debated going over there permanently, to East Paris. It was under the Eifel Tower at midnight 2000 that I had to admit to myself, that for some reason which I could not fathom, we had outstayed our welcome in England. I know now why, for horrendous abuse of human rights, the Health Ministry owed us very large compensation, but the bossess breaking all laws, a former sex worker, had sex buddies right through the Ministry men and they were protecting their free sex buddy bossess, and all the other sex workers she/Anna alias Jean Clark, formerly of Peckham/ employed at the lab. who had been their sex buddies when on agency sex work previously.