Today the first of two visitors coming this week arrives.
So a question of dragging myself back from the sweaty hovel of my bed into the clean, civilized world of hospitality! However, taking things slowly with lots of meds. worked and by the early evening all was ready. Flat cleaned, tidied, rubbish emptied, spare bed made up, washing done, washing of me done, chicken casserole (with peppers and lots of garlic) prepared.
Then a text. “Held up by snow. Probably an hour late”. Oh dear, we were due to be at Notre Dame for 8.0 p.m. for the Christmas Oratorio. Cutting it fine.
Then later another text “Due in an hour and a half late”. Poor, exhausted, travel-worn guest finally turned up over two hours late, at 8.30 p.m. only fit for tea, food, chat and bed. She had so many clothes because of the cold back home and was astonished to find not only that there was no snow in Paris but that it was so much warmer.
At the same time I have received a message from my second expected visitor to say she is snowed in and it looks as if she may not be able to come at all. And she so needs a break too. Everyone I know is having such a dreadful time this Autumn, except for me of course.
And I’m, beginning to feel better. Whoopee.