And I talk to the filth and I walk to the door
And so it came to pass that Joe and Ashley deigned to grace us with their presence in Les Gets, and there was much rejoicing after 4 weeks of not seeing them.
We proceeded immediately chez Madame for kir pétillant and there was even more rejoicing, until a wasp chose to drown itself in mine, the connard.
Lurching on from that, we filled ourselves with pizza and wine, then went home for a quick fire round of Anomia. This is a lively game at the best of times, but when toute la famille have been drinking limoncello, it ends up with us all sitting around the table shouting at each other.
Accusations of cheating (me), manipulating the rules for one’s own gains (also me), making things up as you go along (also, erm, me) abounded, and really I am very maligned and misunderstood. AND I didn’t even win. Also, I’m not playing any more.
I have, in spite of bratty tendencies when playing games, managed to mainly behave like an adult this week. Most, but not all, activities of daily living have been achieved all by myself and my freckly nose has been firmly at the work grindstone. It’s really no great hardship when I can sit and stare at the mountains (and troll my clients with the same backdrop in zoom meetings), but any tendency towards grizzling about it this week was firmly put in its place by another untimely reminder that life is short and we really must live it thoroughly, as we never know when our number will be up. I’ve got an awful lot of plans left for mine – some of them even involve being back in the UK.
Would you like to know how my stress fracture rehab is going? You would, wouldn’t you? It’s doing well, thank you. I’m doing 3 gym sessions each week in the lovely female run gym in the village and I managed to walk two kilometres today.
This is a huge achievement, considering that a little under 4 weeks ago I was struggling with more than 10 minutes. I’m still a very long way off running, but it feels far less insurmountable than it did a few weeks ago.
And that’s it from me today. I’ve had a kir royale put in my hand, the sun is shining and the balcony is calling. I’m oiling my brain for cards against humanity later, even though I have no hope now the Queen has arrived. She may have the face of an angel, but Ashley’s mind has an endless capacity for darkness and ruin when it comes to that game – and even I know my limits.
