It’s the Fourteenth of July – Bastille Day, and a public holiday here in
. No-one is out it seems. The roads are deserted at the moment around my village. I haven’t heard a single vehicle except for mine going up to the field to do the animals and pick some vegetables. Yesterday I picked runner beans and spinach. My runner beans are only just coming ready but most have reached the top of the frame. You can see from the photographs that I love my vegetables, so I shall have lots of ingredients for soups after my mini gastric bypass. France
It’s a lovely day again today. Sun shining brightly and strongly even though, as I write this, it’s only 10.00am. I picked broad beans, courgettes and more spinach, which I have already prepared for cooking.
My bargain purchase of tomatoes is bubbling away gently in a very large pan with cider vinegar, sugar, salt, pepper and garlic.
When everything is soft and gorgeous I shall whizz the beautiful red concoction and then pass it through a sieve. It will then be ready to freeze,`for soup or sauces - if I can stop myself eating it all immediately.
I'm pleased with the part of my veggie plot behind the polytunnel this year, it seems to be really productive.
Last night when I got off my stair lift on the landing, there was what appeared to be a small frog on the floor. The cats often bring them in, so I wasn't surprised. However, when I wrapped my hand gently around it to pick it up and take it back downstairs and into the garden, it tried to fly away! It was a bat. I was amazed. I placed it on the outside pane of my velux window in the bathroom and shut the window. I checked again before I went to sleep and it was still there, but this morning had disappeared. It was quite a coincidence really. Yesterday, I was visiting, a friend while there was a powercut in my village, she said that a bat had flown into her suspended sticky fly strip overnight. As we didn't know the French translation for bat we looked it up in the dictionary, it was chauve-souris - for which the direct translation would be, bald mouse.
Mid-morning, the same friend came round to help me finish my hospital packing. We packed from my computer-saved list into supermarket bags, which seemed easier than a suitcase.
Apart from the few items I shall need right up until I leave home, everything is packed. Result!
I feel alive today, which is why I have already achieved so much. I was told that after my parathyroidectomy I would regain my energy and not feel so tired. It didn’t seem to have happened. At bowls on Tuesday one of the girls said I seemed to have more stamina and not be huffing and puffing as much. Today although my back and knees are still difficult, I do feel as if I have some oomph back and it’s a great feeling! Hopefully, this feeling will stay with me and as I lose weight I'll feel even more like being active again.