It’s two and a half weeks since I fell off the companionway ladder on the yacht and got hauled off to hospital. The bruising is going down but it’s still rather sore and I can’t lie flat at night. I’m taking two Cocodamol every three hours to cope with the pain. And it’s those that are making me drowsy.
Ah well, no pain – no gain. At least I’m losing weight (as my appetite seems to have diminished somewhat).
So what’s coming up? Tomorrow we have a day in Toulouse. We are collecting Louise from the airport; she’s returning from running a course in Switzeland. Before the airport, Trish and I will have lunch at our favourite restaurant there Soililesse. And before that I have an hour on the telephone with my French business associate, improving my French.
On Thursday we are both going in the afternoon to Chez Feliz in place Carnot in Carcassonne. We’ve discovered a group of English people who are learning French. So we are going to give it a go!
Then at the weekend, it’s my 64th birthday! Enough said.
I thought I’d end with a lovely photo of our garden, taken at the weekend.