The week started with a physio session which resulted in me
being completely crippled for the rest of the day. I was very unimpressed as my
therapist had tried a new type of therapy on me, saying that this usually brought
relief where all else had failed but that it would take about an hour or so to
kick in. I was in high spirits when I left the clinic but about an hour later I
was roundly cursing the poor lady. Neels was out that evening so I was able to
wallow in my misery for quite some time! Feeling that any progress made to date
had now been negated, I went to bed stuffed with pain-killers and hoped for
improvement in the morning. But by the morning, it was not improvement that I
experienced but a complete miracle. I had no pain in my hip, leg or lower back
at all. In fact, that day was the first completely pain-free day that I had had
since last September. A real miracle! This state lasted until Friday, with only
slight loss of effect, when I was due for the next session. To date, the status
has remained quo. Long may it last.
On Tuesday Tilly arrived to spend a few days with us, with
Pieter following on the Thursday. They left again on Friday very early in the
morning bound for Paris, about seven hours drive away. As Pieter, in all his
years of travelling around the world, had never been to Paris, Tilly had planned
a whistle-stop tour of the city taking in as many of the sights as possible,
including a dinner-cruise on the Seine before going on to the Montparnasse
Tower from where one can see all the lights of Paris as well as the Eiffel
Tower all lit up – no doubt in the red, white and blue of the French national flag
in anticipation of the final rugby game of the 6 Nations competition. Saturday
morning saw them at the Louvre, queueing to buy entry tickets to see the Mona
Lisa, among others, before moving on to the Stade de France for the rugby in
the afternoon. As I am typing this before the game has been played, I have no
idea of the details of it but I’m sure they will both have a wonderful time.
Courtney arrived home again on Friday evening still full of
bubbles and bounce, which quickly
disappeared when the pictures of her ex-classmates started arriving by email
and Facebook, showing off their glamourous evening gowns at the Matric Dance,
which she would have attended had she not been here in France. A very hard
thing for her to bear, but she soon perked up again. We tried telling her that
they would not be looking forward to a week in Paris, as she is, but it was
small comfort.
Spring has stepped up another notch and now we have the
white blossom trees, the pale and dark pink blossom trees, quite a lot of
bright yellow blossom and lately a few red bushes too. Little yellow daisies
have started popping up in the lush green fields and everyone has beautiful
daffodils blooming. Except me! My bulbs are still pushing up leaves but no
blooms yet. I console myself with the thought that mine will be flowering long
after theirs are over, but I do so wish they would make more of an effort.
The door bell that we bought last weekend has been mounted
against the wall next to the front door and will be just perfect for the job. The
little bell has edelweiss flowers in
relief and was originally a cow-bell. It has a great tone and we are sure it will
be heard from upstairs even with the double-glazed windows closed. Now we can
lie in in the mornings without having to worry about missing the post-lady if
she brings us a letter that has to be signed for. Excellent!
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