So here i am again in a hospital looking at my daughter who is the worse for wear having had her wisdom teeth wrenched from her gums only 9 months after the removal of her tonsils. we are in the cheap but effective Libourne General Hospital this time having been caught out at a clinic in Bordeaux for the last intervention which left us with a bill for 500 euros. I think the bill must cover the cost of the very comfortable seating for family members waiting for their loved ones at the clinic as I am in my 7th hour here and have yet to find a comfortable chair. Emily did offer me a portion of her bed but i think she needs it more than I today.
This week is looking like it is set to be a long one. I have already spent a long day yesterday with the accountant finalising all the papers so our balance sheets (or whatever they are called in english) are ready now for presentation to the powers that be...the bank.
My main meal yesterday was a Big Mac and a cappucino and thus far todays lunch is an apple. So kind of half nutritious, half fuel, not food, over a 2 day period. The tummy grumbles are starting to shout so I am figuring the fuel bit has nearly run out.
Tomorrow through to Saturday is looking like butchery and markets routine. Then over the weekend we do a looonnnng drive, 2000km, to get the new puppy. Number 3 child is overcome with excitement as she is coming with Gavin and me/I. Can't work out that grammatical connundrum today, so there's a choice pick which ever you prefer, I must be suffering from sleep deprevation. Unlike the cat!
Patrick is still at home thank goodness so I am able to do all these extra curricula activities without returning home to a tired husband who hasn't had time to cut the wood or hang the washing out. With regard to the latter I am about to fall out with meteo france who insist on telling me that one day the sun will shine, but keep moving that one day further and further away. I may have to resort to buying more sheets rather than clog up the ordinary washing circuit. I was even seen browsing the tumble dryer aisle at the supermarket the other day gazing wistfully at potentially my white box to feedom. However I dragged myself back to reality once I remembered how much they cost to run and carried on my merry way. Which is what I am hoping will happen again if the Doctor ever arrives to give us the nod to be released.
See you all soon if we ever get out of here, we are entering our 8th hour.