Poor Catrin, after a splitting headache on Sunday evening, woke up with tonsillitis on Monday. Une angine blanche. We are brits, so for a while she drank lots of tea and fruit juice, took aspirin and paracetamol and gargled with various noxious substances, like brine, aspirin solution or TCP (shudder).
Yesterday we gave in to our inner Frenchmen and I asked my friend Gérard, who is a doctor and homeopath what we should do. "Facile! Mercurius cyanathus alternated with Arum triphyllum, both 5ch, three grains three times a day. That heals even diphtherique tonsillitis".
Meanwhile Pat booked an appointment with the doctor. "Oh, I doubt if it's really an angine. Let's see. Oh yes! Just like toadstools in a fairy tale! You need antibiotics!"
Gérard had told me the doctor might give antibiotics. "Yes, not a bad idea."
So with her pills and our prayers she's gone back to school.
Meanwhile today is an open day at Montaigne University so I have to go along to find out about the degree in musicology - chanson française.