A crawling uphill sort of day
Well yesterday was one of those crawling up hill on your hands and knees sort of days.
It was raining, so we decided to go to the cafe by tram.
There was a tram accident so we had to go by bus and foot.
(this did take us right by one of the best bakers in Bordeaux, so we bought delicious rolls and fid tarts for lunch)
The coffee machine would not be reassembled - it will probably have to be sent off to be fixed.
We had one client all day. One.
Pat had a hospital appointment, but had left her documents at home, so she had to go home to get them.
Our GP has been encouraging her to have a minor op, but she accepted instead to have a steroid injection under ultrasound direction. The GP won't be impressed. (Our client said that they'd had one of those, and it was no use at all "ça ne sert à rien")
Returning home from the café, the tram had an electrical fault, so we had to walk half way home to take the section that was working.
Monday's batch of chutney, however, proved very acceptable when eaten with some crackers and cheese.
Everyone went to bed remarkably early, except me; I put on a classic film and fell asleep in front of that.
(Tell me, does the goodie catch the baddies in Gorky Park?)
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