A hot sunny day with clouds putting in an appearance, but not really making any impact.
Awoke still in pain, although I did manage a good night’s sleep. Decided I needed another day of rest, but did manage to do some washing in the morning as it was a good drying day.
Laid a blanket under the cherry tree and took out a load of bedding to get myself comfortable. Found a book to read and I lay there for the best part of 3 hours until there was no more shade to be had there.
After lunch I threw some junk in the back of the van and took it to the dump on the way to the supermarket. I was forced to go to the supermarket because I was out of booze, oh yes and milk and bread and eggs. Came home and carefully sat in my guitar chair drinking a particularly cheap bottle of wine. Then I came across all tired, and so went and snuggled-up underneath the sheet that was still laying underneath the cherry tree in the sun. It was so lovely and comfortable and warm and PAIN-FREE there that I fell asleep ….
….only to awake some 2 hours later. Fortunately I was still under wraps and so didn’t suffer any sun burn to add to my woes.
Talking of woes, I was reminded of an old hemorrhoid anecdote that I was not allowed to tell while Jenny was alive. Surely everyone’s got a favourite hemorrhoid anecdote … no … only me eh? Oh well here it is: Jenny & I went to Thailand in 2002, and on the day we were due to fly back she was suffering badly from piles. We got to the airport and she was in a great deal of pain and could hardly walk. We were facing a 12-hour flight and she wanted me to cancel our booking on humanitarian grounds or similar, but we were already checked-in and I thought that rebooking might prove at best difficult & costly. So, with Jenny laid-out on a quiet corner of the airport floor, I went and scoured all the shops for a suitable cream, cure, unction, whatever to try and get her through the flight. Of course I tried for a doctor or medical help but there wasn’t any in evident and the flight was due to board in 20 mins. I eventually found the only thing I thought suitable – a little tin of soothing-balm I think it said – and took it back to her. Jenny wasn’t impressed, as she recognized the stuff inside the tin as tiger balm, which I think they use in that part of Asia to revive the dead, or for sore lips, or some such similar use. Whatever, it had a pungent smell and even on ordinary skin it burned like Ralgex. Thank God she didn’t try to relieve her own symptoms by using it though. Instead she made it onto the plane and an uncomfortable flight. It was several months before I was able to look back and laugh with her about it. Today I know how she must have felt, poor girl.
Anyway back in France, I made a risotto for dinner and then have come to bed early to watch the remainder of the film I started yesterday. Hopefully it will get even gloomier, to cheer me up some more.
