Not sure I want to be here at the moment!

Wednesday 9 April

Well, I got into bed last night, rolled over and did something horrible to my left front shoulder thingy - don't know the proper name for it.  So with an approaching chest infection and a nasty pain in my left chest every time I moved, I didn't have a great night's sleep.  But then again neither did Chris.  It wasn't that I intended to wake him up, it's just that he complained about my cold glasses on his back which I explained was my nose because it was freezing outside the bed.   [I had 2 blankets on top of my duvet]  Anyway, I ended up dozing sitting up and of course found it practically impossible to get up before 9 o'clock.  This was not just due to the pain and tiredness, but also to the fact that, although bring and sunny outside, the caravan was the temperature of a particularly frigid snowdrift on a cold night.  Got dressed under the duvet for the first time this year, although I suppose I really ought to acknowledge that it is only our second night here this year.

Once up, I managed to drag myself to the chemist and get some stuff to try and make me better. [Oh yea, and that's going to work!!]  After shopping [this is important because we have to buy loads of boxes and cupboards to put things in when we leave the caravan] we couldn't post the very important letter about the speeding ticket which I should not have because I was not driving and so why should I have points on my licence, which is not even a French licence.  We couldn't post it because I couldn't find it in my bag.  We drove back to the caravan and I was distraught when I couldn't find it there. We both looked everywhere, with no luck.  So Chris hurried back to the chemist [heading for the noon deadline when all life stops for 2 hours] to see if I'd left it there or dropped it in the street.  In the meantime I searched again and eventually found it in the dustbin.  [Oh God, why didn't I think of that in the first place??]  I texted Chris to let him know and spent 20 minutes trying to work out how that was not my fault.  I just couldn't find a reason how it got there without me being the culprit, especially as it was screwed up with a load of other papers that I had thrown out.  I came to the conclusion that a conspiracy theory was probably a bit far fetched and that the only option was to admit to it, acknowledging that Chris would probably be mentally booking me into an Alzheimer's Clinic before lunchtime.

The garden is a tad overgrown.  There has been extensive rain this winter and not much cold weather so everything has grown like it has been drinking Red Bull.  This could be my exemption from the Alzheimer's Clinic as I know that Chris does not have a clue what to do, what should be prioritised and what should be left to grow so I now have a  way to blackmail him into keeping me here for a few seasons more!!

We did quite a lot of weeding, lots of raking and intermittent arguing.  Chris put together a very expensive scaffolding set that he bought but between us we couldn't actually lift it to the vertical, even with the help of ropes and all the goodwill in the world [albeit with a chest muscle problem!]   But, on the plus side the weather was good. The forecast for tomorrow is even better.

In the evening we had a visit from Mr Feltrin, who did the external stonework on the house.  He came to discuss what we want done next.  A nice guy, does a good job, we really like him.  So it was a bit of a pisser when he stood in the house and said 'You've got an awful lot to do here haven't you?'

Like I didn't know that!!!!!!!!!!!!