Hello Kitchen peeps !
I really have to say I AM TOTALLY THRILLED that little Hattie is back and hopefully getting fitter by the minute. (It's possibly hard to say - since it seems that 'relaxed' is her normal look).
MawB presumably you are back to breathing normally again. I felt your pain, my life changes in a moment if one of mine is ill. I also noticed that Cherry messaged the Good Morning thread. Hi to you, please get well again soon. x
I feel very flat and fed up and not my normal self today, so I'm sorry to drag my misery to the Kitchen. Had a simply awful, surreal visit to Montpellier yesterday. One of our favourite places. It finally brought it home to us both that daily life is going to be very challenging for the foreseeable...with very little hope, at present, of anything changing for the better.
I felt like a victim. We didn't want to use the tram, it's a long time since we were able to visit and we didn't expect the city to feel so bleak. The sun shone, everything looked beautiful, but the business district where we were was like a ghost town. I half expected Tumbleweed to come blowing down the beautiful allées between all the modern architecture. It was so very hot, we had to park in an underground car park where you needed to wear a mask. Huge sign on the door saying just that. We passed only two people, both on the stairs, without masks...so, I'm already wound up. My hair, after half an hour strolling and arriving for our appointment, was practically standing on end and steaming. We have water, we have a fan, we have masks, we have sanitiser. We just feel dirty, every door we use we try to hold open with a foot or a bottom. Each time we clean our hands, we have to practice not touching other things, the car door, the briefcase, files, a handbag etc., We are afraid to go to a café, too hot and tired to relax so we sit on a bench under the shade of some beautiful Plane trees. Not a soul in sight and we both just feel that we have just arrived in an alien place and shouldn't be there. Our appointment is conducted in an air conditioned office by a very helpful man who is wearing his mask - for a whole long hour - so we have to keep ours on and shout across the office through them. Finally getting outside onto the street again, I am really quite tearful. That's not me. We're not even talking, that's definitely not us. We return to the car park, the paid ticket won't open the barrier, I press the help button but can't hear his pointless questions due to all the squealing of the tyres on the painted floors. So I keep shouting "I can't hear, just open the barrier". He actually does! We finally squeeze onto the autoroute and join the rush hour traffic, we're so grateful to get home. I'm still tired today - it's the mental thing that does it. All of it - it's just not normal life.
I thought of you, soop and your tearful fumbling for possessions and inability to focus when you went all that way for your scan! That was me and I didn't have anything medical or worrying to face, it was just some tax business.
I promise to return in a much better mood and comment on all your news and chat. Until then, keep safe ----and sane?
Hugs (and sorry again). x