1. I couldn’t find my medication. Boo.
2. The dog threw up on my pillow. Apparently this is my own fault for letting her eat grass. Like you can ‘stop’ the Moll eating what she wants.
3. The cat cried ALL night long. And he pissed in a corner, even though I put his litter tray in the corner.
4. The cat then pissed in the corner when the door was open and he could have gone out
5. The cat wouldn’t eat his food
6. I went to the vet to buy de-flea treatment and it cost A LOT of money. I know it’s got tick and mosquito and other stuff in it, but still…
7. In the vet’s, a little dog had been sick and then was lying in it and its owner was not doing anything
8. There were two sad limpy dogs
9. It wasn’t like Regan’s Vets at all, who are all lovely and wonderful. It was a free-for-all and all the dogs looked very unhappy
10. There was a huge queue at the petrol station, which gives me some karmic comeuppance for causing a huge queue last week
11. My engine management light has come on AGAIN
12. Our water heater has stopped working
But, some good news.
1. I found my pills
2. Stephen cleaned up the cat pee
3. I made a fantastic apple and blackberry crumble last night made with home-grown produce, and it was brilliant.
The Tardoire riverbed near us is completely dried up, from, as I can see, at least Agris through to St Ciers. We can walk from the submerged road up the riverbed, where we found a very weird mushroom:
There’s also a dead thing that may or may not be a pine marten/stone marten kind of a thing, lots of limestone, with which we did our limestone experiment, and lots and lots of blackberries, elderberries and sloes
I manage to meet the same elderly village gentleman every night. It’s quite odd. He said he calls us ‘The English who walk the dog’ which I assumed was because it is peculiar for the French to walk a dog of Molly’s size – since they’re usually guard dogs. But then the next night, he was walking two dogs himself. He said one of them, Roxanne, was left by English people who didn’t have the right paper work, and we had a chat about blackberries and the grottes in the area. I like this man. He’s very chatty and doesn’t care about my half-half English/French.