#ParisSetsTheStage, #PostCrisis
I did not have to be in Singapore until Friday – four days from now. It was too time consuming and expensive to fly back to Oz; the WTA needed to put me up in a hotel and they didn’t care where that was. Marine offered for me to stay at her place in London, but she had been away from home for three weeks and might want some alone time with her partner. Three days in Paris all expenses paid was a good deal. I would go to Singapore a day early and do some sightseeing and jet-lag recovery at the other end.
Even in one of the most exciting cities in the world, the constant challenges of the last few months had exhausted me. It was 2p.m. on my first day of freedom before I confronted the land of the living. I ordered some food from room service and sat down wit
