Sometimes I feel there is a ‘before’ and ‘after’ me. I’ve only been in France for eight months but my London self seems like a lifetime ago. I rarely think about the ‘before’ person anymore and to think of anywhere else but here as home is pretty much impossible. There is hardly anything I miss back in that old life apart from friends and family still over in the U.K except perhaps having a cashpoint machine within walking distance. The stressed out city girl has been replaced by a mostly calm country lass who spends most of her days sanding floorboards and beams and talking to plants. And dogs of course.
I had to take Evee to the vet this week. With the seizures become more frequent although still irregular, I knew it was time for her to go on medication. I had been putting it off in the vain hope that the CBD oil she had been on would keep the evils at bay but this wasn’t to be. Naturally the vet commented on her portly figure, the side effect of the oil was her almost constant snooze button but I was a bit shocked when he said my little chihuahua was over 3 kilos. Very embarrassing. After the discussion about which pills she was to pop came the difficulty of getting the medication ‘Chihuahua’ size. Apparently they just didn’t make one in particular to fit so I would have to divide each pill into eighths. Luckily these were only a two day prescription before she took the long term stuff but poor Mumo sat down and methodically cut the little round bricks into eight pieces. Thankfully (and now on a strict diet) Evee has never been fussy about eating anything so medicating is easy and hopefully life for her and the rest of us will be a little less scary moving forward.
It was Mumo’s birthday on Thursday which was celebrated in the normal fashion of not going anywhere and having a family Zoom. I did attempt to cook a dessert and since I don’t like cakes and it being pointless for her to eat one alone, I decided to make brownies instead. I would like to point out at this point that it is always best to check that you have all the necessary ingredients, chocolate in this case, before you start throwing everything into the Kenwood. I did manage to find one bar of the dark stuff and a big packet of chocolate sprinkles in the fridge but I don’t think Mary Berry is going to be calling me anytime soon. They did taste better than they looked which wasn’t necessarily a good thing as I ended up with an upset stomach for 48 hours. Still, Mumo had a good day and is much more disciplined than I am.
The potager is now planned and the ground rotavated. All we need to do is to move the dog fence, put up to keep the builders and their lunch safe from our roguish canines, so that we can keep paws away from tomatoes etc and so we can get the digger and cement truck in for the pool foundations next month. We still need to get the okay from the Mayor but I am assured this will not be an issue as practically every house in the village has a pool and we do have a very big patch of land to stick one in. I can’t wait to get my hands dirty in the garden again, sanding endless piles of floorboards does take a toll on the body. And nails. And hair. Ah yes, there once was a girl who wore false nails and had a hairdresser for a neighbour…..
“Home is where one starts from” (T.S Eliot)
Widow plus woofs 