Dinard, Dinan and Cherry Jam

Wednesday saw me in Dinard meeting, for the first time, friends I’ve talked to often in a forum for expats.  They turned out to be lovely people, which was no less than I’d expected from their forum comments!  I’d never visited Dinard before and although we had not much time really, I did take a couple of photographs.

 

We then transferred into my car the things which they’d brought over from England for me before driving to Dinan for a fish and chip lunch.  It was quite a walk from the car park to the cafe and even with my cane I found it tough going, my knees are particularly bad this week.  Thank goodness I have already arranged a rendezvous with my rheumatologist for Monday next.  I assume I’ll get a cortisone injection in each leg which should improve the situation.   

I took some photos while waiting for the fish and chips but nothing special. 

There was nowhere to sit at the fish and chip shop but there were wooden benches outside the church 40 metres down the road.  We sat in glorious sunshine chatting and eating our lunch until it was time to head back home. 

And some confectionery in a chocolatier's window which looked wonderful.

The weather was so lovely that we had the hood down on the Peugeot on the way back.  There was a block on the N12, but luckily we were close to a junction and came off immediately and back on at the next junction.  Our direction was then clear but the oncoming traffic was stationary – perhaps an accident which had affected both carriageways. 

I always keep a book in the car for when I have to wait anywhere and this week it's been Choral Society by Prue Leith.  It's full of well-described meals as she is a cook and cookery writer as well as a novelist.

Another lovely day on Thursday and I got loads of washing done and dried. I’ve been trying to weed a little bit of the veggie garden each day, only for about ten minutes, but it is making a difference, particularly to the carrots and radishes. I cooked rhubarb from the garden and will make a crumble for the weekend. I've eaten one jar already, but made some cherry jam which needs labelling.  The cherries were reduced in the supermarket.  I followed the recipe religiously, but next time I will put in less sugar as it's sweet, even for me.

So I feel very virtuous this week, especially in view of standing being difficult with my knees hurting so much.

When I arrived home on Wednesday, it was to find a message on the answerphone tagged as urgent.  I called the number which was Yves le Foll hospital in St Brieuc.  My surgeon’s secretary gave me a date for my mini gastric bypass.  I have to go in on Bastille Day, 14 July and will have the operation on Friday, 15 July.  This morning I had to visit the anaesthetiste, also at Yves le Foll, and he gave me the go ahead.  Phew!  It’s really going to happen … 

As a result two lots of friends have asked me to lunches over the next week – my last good meal with them all.  The first will be on Sunday and the second on Friday next week.  Meantime at home, I have been trying to plan meals for me so I can have foods I really love like prawns, venison, parma ham, artichokes in olive oil, camembert, English bacon etc. etc.  Some of them, foods which I won’t be having for a long time, if ever.   

I’ve also made an appointment with someone I don’t know, but who was a patient of the same surgeon with the same operation in April last year.  She has currently lost 64 kilos/141 lbs approx.  She’s French and lives quite a distance from me, but I just wanted to talk to someone who had been through it with the same surgeon at the same hospital.  We will meet on Wednesday afternoon at her home.

Three things I like:

1.   Making lists - this time for things to take into hospital.

2.   The sound of the horses hooves as they're ridden by my home in the lane.

3.   Driving with the hood down in the sunshine.