My life in a small French hamlet in Brittany. The flora and fauna, the weather, veggies and polytunnel, garden flowers, neighbours, friends, cats, rabbits, hens, ducks and goats and everything else which comes into my life here in my home in St André.
Roosting on the gate
2011 - My second year of blogging in Brittany
I felt I would like to share some of the photographs I have taken so far this year and some from other years. I live in a beautiful part of Brittany and just love being here. It's a lovely place to photograph and enjoy being in through all the seasons and hopefully this blog will show you where I live my life.
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Back again - after a long break
I haven’t written on here for ages, since I started another blog about my mini gastric bypass.Mainly because of the MGB, I haven’t felt like blogging much and haven’t done anything except stay at home or go to the supermarket, so that doesn’t make desperately interesting reading. I still don’t feel brilliant and eating is not easy at all, but I have managed to lose 44lbs/20kgs in eight weeks, so I’m pretty pleased with that. I was 143.1 kilos when I took this photo, ten minutes before I left for the hospital.
Yesterday, eight weeks later, I am 123.1 kilos. It may not look vastly different in the photo, but it certainly feels different.
I had the usual problems with my drip, which ended up being put in my neck in a horrible procedure off the ward.
Because I wasn't at all well when I came home, in fact I was eventually readmitted for another seven days, friends asked my daughter, with grandson, to come and be with me. After readmission, I wasn't well at all, my son also arrived.
Here they all are playing on the Wii.
This is Charlie on my hospital bed and in the pool in the garden.
They all took advantage of the pool - the water could have been a bit warmer.
Yesterday I watched as Daisy walked across the gravel to where I was sitting reading in the sunshine. Although her walk wasn’t wrong the shape of her collar was. I went over to her and on picking her up discovered she had a leg completely through the collar.It didn’t seem to be bothering her and she made a tremendous fuss when I pulled her leg through.She’s had that collar on for a year now and nothing like that has ever happened before.Purrdy also now has a red flea collar and has kept that on with no hassle.With previous cats, I have never been able to keep a collar on them.Sometimes the cats have managed to get rid of them within an hour. I think they usetree twigs to catch them and then wriggle out of them.
I am thinking of putting a bell on Purrdy’s collar.She is still very young but is an adept bird catcher. I came downstairs to find her munching on a thrush, and while I was in the garden reading this morning, she jumped nearly the height of the wall by the pond and landed with a bird in her mouth which, much to her annoyance, I managed to retrieve and it flew away unharmed. Alfie seems to have recoved well from his eye removal in spite of still have a tumour in his head.
Here is a little visitor who flew into the windowpane. I was able to release him after 15 minutes of comforting. My bird expert friend, Roy, thinks it is a young reed warbler.
My grandson, Charlie, has started school for the first time.He seems to be enjoying it and hasn’t had a detention yet.He looks lovely in his uniform – a combination of vulnerable and grown up, in spite of the silly face he’s making.