Ain't gonna need this house much longer

Jacqui collected me soon after ten o’clock, before calling for André and setting off for the two hour journey to Bordeaux. A heavy hoarfrost lay round about, deep and crisp and frozen, like a pizza, or something.

We went to a restaurant on a raised pier over the river and overlooking Bordeaux, for a fine lunch and then onwards to the hospital. Michael woke occasionally from his sleep and opened his eyes a little. The nurse said, ‘Shout at him! Wake him up! He is lazy!’ but we felt a little self-conscious shouting in a ward with three other intensive-care patients. Michael is looking better and I hope we will have some good news soon.

The return journey went by very quickly, but I was ready for some fresh air when I got back. I took a walk along the Dordogne, in order to furnish this site with more stunning photos no less. The sky was very dramatic, and a bit theatrical too.

I have just been advised that the reason I have this horrible pain in my chest, is because my ribs may have been sprung from my sternum during the accident – something called costochondral separation! Apparently they go back into place in time, but it is common for this to result in an infection which causes the pain. I feel a trip to the doc’s coming on.

Well, I’m alone once again. My landlords have flown (I know because I saw the plane while I was out walking) and now I have just four more nights left in this ol’house, What can you do?