Affectionate farewells from staff – I was after all one of the long term residents! – and lots of ‘Bon courages’, particularly from fellow shoulder sufferers.
I had chosen an ambulance firm – Thiébaut – with local Serres connections. The driver was a charming girl, Candice, who turned out to be the great grand daughter of Mme Thiébaut, the formidable 93 year old who until last year worked on her land in Serres with fierce energy, producing enough fruit and veg for the entire thiebault clan and more. (She only gave up because her son, Daniel, downed tools and said he wanted to do other things in his retirement than be her labourer.)
Apparently about the time of my operation Mme Thiebault decided to climb a ladder to collect her figs, the ladder slipped and she fell and broke her shoulder! Typically as the family took her to the Ganges Clinique her main concern was who was going to feed her chickens and rabbits. Anyhow, she too was given a shoulder replacement, after a week in the Clinique, transferred to the Le Vigan local hospital for reeducation. A well known local figure, plus her daughter works there, so she was treated like royalty. And now she is at home, albeit probably not very mobile. A salutary lesson to me of the value of Cevenole determination and no nonsense (and obstinacy….).
The sun was shining for my return and Poppy greated me with satisfying enthusiasm. I was able to admire progress on the pool, which is going to look great, my new kitchen – irritatingly not quite finished – and the transformation my new bed has made to the bedroom.
Hans and Margaret have been working away to make my homecoming pleasant and easy and Margaret made us a delicious meal.
Despite an afternoon rest I’m feeling pretty drained and realise that sorting the mountain of stuff to go back in the kitchen, plus sundry boxes of possessions Richard brought back from England has to be done slowly.