At 10:52 this morning, I was impatiently waiting for Anouk to have her way with me. Anouk has been cutting my hair for a while now, and my wife’s even longer. She’s from Cannes, very cute, a bit feisty (she does have some Corsican blood) and married to an Italian with whom she has two children. Anouk and her husband are both soccer fans, but supporters of different teams. This leads to all kinds of rather humorous conflicts, the most serious of which goes back to July 9, 2006 when Italy and France squared off in the final of the soccer world championship in Germany (Italy won). While shampooing, Anouk gives the best head massages, and if one can make her talk about her family, she gets carried away and the massage lasts much longer. Simple pleasures...