A Short Breton Story

Lleuwen tells me that I should be writing things down; I have written of episodes of my life to 1979 when I moved to Brittany, but nothing since I've been here, problem is that I've been stuck in the pub for 30 years and some of my stories are held in trust, secrets between me & my customers; although there are the odd tales like the Danish girl who was in the bar one night. I was taking a fancy to her, so as the end of the evening was approaching I asked her if she would like to come home with me; I was pleasantly surprised when she agreed, and even more pleasantly surprised that we ended up sleeping together; I prided myself in what I took to be a sexual conquest. We spent the following day together, and the following day, and the day after that, and the day after that, so after about a week or two I asked her when she was going home to Copenhagen; I was taken back by her reply, she said that she had met me one time at the Festival Interceltique at Lorient where she had sat near me at a table outside a pub. The girl I thought that I had succeeded in getting off with for a one night stand had decided the year before that she was going to come back to Brittany to live with me, a surprise that I was completely unprepared for. Perhaps I'll do another one tomorrow; my life changed in Brittany and my Breton stories are different to my Welsh ones.