Sometimes I feel this old and twenty years older but this is the cake my friend Ami made for my mate Ann. Ann was unsure about hitting her milestone but she is looking good and we had a wonderful party in a weather window between torrential rain and hurricane winds which meant we all managed to stay out and enjoy the day.
Around the table once again, it is a true signature of French living and I for one love it. We met a few new brits making their way through retirement and met up with others we already know for an energetic catch up. Unfortunately Mike and I had to leave early to get back into Carantan for our appointment with the knee specialist. When I say our , I mean we, because I attend all Mike’s doctor and dentist appointments in the capacity of translator and between us we manage to decipher and unravel diagnosis and prescription. On Wednesday, however, I asked the consultant if I could come in to help Mike with this French and he said I was most welcome then in a comfortable and confident manner coolly asked Mike, in perfect English where it hurt. I was delighted and let them get on with it. Whilst Mike was pulling up his jeans after his consultation, the doctor came back into the office and explained everything to me in deep and meaningful medicine French that the knee was not damaged and it might be possible to get him back on the road without an operation. How good is that, we are now off to get an MRI scan to make absolutely sure and then Mike will be able to chuck his crutches over the wall and we can get back to normal…..I can be sooo impatient sometimes.
When Mike had his other knee operated on ten years ago he was given some pictures of the work done , all very gory but Mike felt they might be of interest to our bilingual consultant so I decided to raid the memory boxes in the loft to see if I had filed them away under curious. I have seven boxes full of stuff and it really was about time I had a look so they all came down and this is the moment when I wished I had not started and encouraged the Pandora in me, to, “step away from the boxes”. It is done now and I found, a whole evenings worth of entertainment reading love letters, cards and diaries. The Oldest item there was my very own birth announcement and a little dress my Mum made me when I could barely sit up. The most amazing was the badge I wore on a BEA flight to Belgium to identify me as an unaccompanied child, and could be a collectors item. I found Georgina’s broken arm cast, Christopher’s cub uniform and Debbie’s cycling proficiency certificate. Mike and I had a great evening best guessing dates, rhymes or reasons for keeping such a lot of stuff. We have now repacked the relevant, and kept anything of potential value, but needless to say we did not come across the macabre pictures of Mikes knee interior so we will have to go foraging in another box somewhere else. I can’t wait…..
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