Last Friday evening, my Husband Graham flew to UK with Ryanair. He was going to attend a dinner with friends of 50 years ago........they all went to the RAF College Cranwell at the same time. He had been going to ask our daughter or someone else to come over here...Carcassonne, France...to be with me, but with one thing and another no one could come. I can imagine the comments if they had..."Why are we here just to watch you watch TV?" I decided that I could manage. Hah!
Anyway, I fed the animals..one cat and one dog, heated a microwave meal (which I did not really want) and sat down to eat. I was sweating profusely and shaky. How ridiculous I thought. Later after trying to get something to watch on TV (the weather was heavy cloud over the Pyrenees, so the satellite could not cope!) I was still shaky, and just pixillating TV to see! I went to bed early.
Next day, I gave the animals their breakfast, and tried to make myself a coffee. It's a new coffee machine we have, and I am not used to it. Graham wrote me an idiot's guide, which I followed precisely. Fail!!!
A dull thunk of my capsule falling inside told me I must have a cup of tea instead. Good! I have 2 Earl Grey tea bags left and that takes care of Sunday and Monday.
Sunday passed much like Saturday, with my bouts of activity in the kitchen leaving me 'wabbit' each time, as we say in Scotland. Graham 'phoned in the afternoon to tell me about the French calling a one day strike, and all flights to Carcassonne were cancelled for Monday, and Ryanair don't fly here until Tuesday!
My language was very Anglo-Saxon not Scottish! And I have run out of Earl Grey. My French neighbour arrived with Chicken Marengo, potatoes and cauliflower all with a sauce. I did the French thing and ate it (well, half of it) at lunch time. Napoleon liked this dish!
My admiration to anyone who lives alone and is on 24/7 oxygen. I do not have a panic button, so I've been carrying around one of my house phones, so that I can ring the kind friend in the village, who is walking our Border Collie twice a day, and staying to chat a bit with me. The cat keeps wailing that he wants his Daddy back, because he lets him sit on his lap...I move around too much for the cat.
So, thoroughly scunnered, here I am on Tuesday morning...hopefully just one day to go. Monday was much like Sunday, but I could not manage the other half of the Marengo! Graham is getting the very early flight home tomorrow morning, so should be here about 10-30am. I've just watched the news about the explosions at Brussels Airport, and it puts everything into perspective!
Love Lolly. xx