The outside world seems sometimes far away and somewhat threatening.
I look forward to seeing progress on the new bassin at home (Jacky’s is off on a well deserved break to warmer climes, but it is apparently well advanced, with drains and concrete form complete). The new kitchen is also slooowly and painfully taking shape. (Be warned, those who buy an Ikea kitchen, all existing electrical appliances bought elsewhere don’t fit in easily.) Next week I have a team coming to clean the house out and I have started to look into suppliers of ready made meals, as it will be some time before I will be up to much cooking. (Sadly the suppliers of the best frozen goods don’t deliver in my area so it looks like SuperU for me.)
All this is because in theory my time here comes to an end on Friday 24 January. But Margaret and Hans don’t think me ready for home living, particularly because of the state of my hand. Nor does Joceline, my Le Vigan kine, who rang me yesterday urging me to have an interim stay at Les Chataigniers, the very good convalescent place about five km from my house, where Margaret and Hans went a couple of years ago, following Margaret’s fall and Hans’ back operation.
So this morning I asked to see the Assistant Siciale – I suppose the equivalent of a hospital almoner. She said it was impossible for me to transfer to Les Chataigniers as it is in the same category of reeducation as my current clinic. So the options are go home as planned, or extend my stay here for a week. Only the doctor can authorize this, so she is going to report back to him, drawing attention to the fact that I’m a widow with no nearby family or close neighbours.
She also discussed the funding of home help, confirming what I knew already, that my income was too high to qualify for help with housework. I’m already resigned to the fact that I will now have to pay for work in the house as well as garden and am thinking of employing people from the local C.A.T.(the Centre d’Aide par le Travail) – people with learning difficulties working under supervision – to do my housework. They are already doing next week’s major clean.