As promised to Sara, I ordered plastic boxes, so there would be no more packets of flower, cereal or nuts to entice the moths back to my kitchen. In fact I went slightly over board and ordered a vast quantity from Lakeland Plastics. They arrived today; I discarded two drawer loads of ageing boxes, most with absent or ill-fitting lids, and now have a wonderful, embarrassingly large collection, beautifully arranged for the time being. Never again should I have to hunt frantically for a box with a lid.
Now all I need to do is learn how to be disciplined enough to label all boxes going into the freezer, rather than wait for them to defrost before knowing what I am about to eat for dinner.
Sara may have been too late to do her usual mammoth transformation to my garden. But there was still a lot of inconspicuous and very welcome cleaning up and weeding. Even she hesitated before tackling the task of what to do with the ridiculous crop of small and not particularly sweet apples next to the bassin. She did however collect the gigantic pear which represented a third of the crop on a nearby pear tree.
The real mission of mercy was a horrible task in the kitchen. We discovered that the one or two moths that have been hovering round this summer had turned into a plague, particularly happy in a food store cupboard. We – or rather Sara – took down every jar or packet of food, ruthlessly threw out anything already open and cleaned all shelves and jars. I am now going to stock up on a huge number of plastic boxes and jars in order that I am not faced by another epidemic.
Occasionally, just occasionally, Sara found time to bask in the pool or to read on her iPad (shee bought this for her India trip and despite declaring herself a technophobe, has become quite adept.
Christine and her sister Béatrice
Very sad to drive her to Nimes, to catch the train to Cagnes-sur-Mer, for the seventh birthday of her grand daughter, Lois.