Friday, March 30, 2012
Sur la terrase a Epsom, avec Julie.
I bet I am not the only one feeling tired tonight.
French Julie has done rather more than normal - and after a bad day yesterday.
Yesterday she had fallen in her kitchen - turned too quickly. She hit her head on the way down and found she couldn't get up. She used the emergency button round her neck. People came - and despite her protestations, she was taken to hospital to be checked. She was not badly injured.
I rang this morning to say we planned to visit, and, cruel beast that I am, I refused to accept her desire that she should be left alone.
She was persuaded by the thought of the fish and chips!
Julie and I had a small Martini with our meal.
And then I made cups of tea and we all sat outside in the sunshine on her terrasse - always the French pronunciation for that.
We sat and talked and laughed.
I had promised that we might stay only for an hour, so as not to tire her.....but she wouldn't let us go!
I was saying that it might be time to depart and she asked for another cup of tea.
She had been very happy to have us there.
And it was a pleasure to do our bit for Julie.
Her mind and her wit are good. It is her balance and her legs which let her down. She believes that her body will always be like this and resents that life changed so suddenly from being full to a life where almost nothing is possible.
The journey to Epsom had been marked by petrol station problems. What a situation!
Some forecourts had no queues - but then they had no fuel. One in Ashstead had fuel and a queue which spilled out onto the road and caused traffic delays.
All this for something that might not happen!
And all because our esteemed government.....well, no....not esteemed by very many I would guess....all because they instructed us to panic buy; even to fill up cans with fuel. Crazy, crazy - and now one woman has come close to losing her life by sorting out her cans of fuel in the kitchen.
I simply ask if these politicians just have a constant outpouring of drivel spurting from their mouths? Or perhaps the drivel has been well thought out because they are devious and manipulative and have a hidden agenda?
Almost all politicians!
Whatever!
It certainly opened the door for George Galloway.
French Julie has done rather more than normal - and after a bad day yesterday.
Yesterday she had fallen in her kitchen - turned too quickly. She hit her head on the way down and found she couldn't get up. She used the emergency button round her neck. People came - and despite her protestations, she was taken to hospital to be checked. She was not badly injured.
I rang this morning to say we planned to visit, and, cruel beast that I am, I refused to accept her desire that she should be left alone.
She was persuaded by the thought of the fish and chips!
Julie and I had a small Martini with our meal.
And then I made cups of tea and we all sat outside in the sunshine on her terrasse - always the French pronunciation for that.
We sat and talked and laughed.
I had promised that we might stay only for an hour, so as not to tire her.....but she wouldn't let us go!
I was saying that it might be time to depart and she asked for another cup of tea.
She had been very happy to have us there.
And it was a pleasure to do our bit for Julie.
Her mind and her wit are good. It is her balance and her legs which let her down. She believes that her body will always be like this and resents that life changed so suddenly from being full to a life where almost nothing is possible.
The journey to Epsom had been marked by petrol station problems. What a situation!
Some forecourts had no queues - but then they had no fuel. One in Ashstead had fuel and a queue which spilled out onto the road and caused traffic delays.
All this for something that might not happen!
And all because our esteemed government.....well, no....not esteemed by very many I would guess....all because they instructed us to panic buy; even to fill up cans with fuel. Crazy, crazy - and now one woman has come close to losing her life by sorting out her cans of fuel in the kitchen.
I simply ask if these politicians just have a constant outpouring of drivel spurting from their mouths? Or perhaps the drivel has been well thought out because they are devious and manipulative and have a hidden agenda?
Almost all politicians!
Whatever!
It certainly opened the door for George Galloway.
