FRIDAY's FAVE FIVE

I think each year it is the same, after all the festivities, celebrations and events in December, January is rather boring, if only the weather would be normal, I mean cold, and sunny and not still  warm temperatures and tons of rain. Plants start to bloom and to my great grief the weeds start to grow in the red gravel ! It has been the warmest month since there are weather stations.

Most of people are feeling not well, mentally or physically, lots are sick. I had sometimes asthma attacks but rather seldom and not worthwhile to mention but since more then a month I really have them more and more often and cannot do physical work or long walks and certainly not quick, I have to walk like a snail, only that a snail doesn't walk.

Fortunately the week started with our Scrabble group and as usual it was fun and as we all were a bit morose it really lifted our mood. Laughter is the best medication !



The game lasted until 5 pm so we just had some cookies and coffee and as usual cat Arthur was so happy to have company that he sat between Nicole and Myriam.

Unfortunately the next day I had an asthma attack, I don't know why and it was difficult for me to breath. I couldn't do any physical work and have absolutely to find a cleaning help at least for the tiles and parquet. My cleaning lady is in Ireland helping her daughter who expects a baby in the next days. She will stay 5 weeks ! Good for her, bad for me.

I found a good occupation where I didn't have to move, I photographed old pictures from the 80 from the dog Bianca and the cats Mitzi and Max we had in the 80th.



Except the dog who became 8 years old the cats made it all to 20 or nearly 20. The rapid was not ours, it was the rapid of the school and my son had asked me if he could keep it during the school holidays. Which of course we did with pleasure. I was an only child and never allowed to have an animal, so I started with one cat when I lived alone, then we got a second and the dog and at one moment we had the dog, 4 cats, 1 guinea pig and the school rapid. Nice was that they all went very well together and even played together.

On Wednesday Mr. G and I went to the hairdresser, we have the same in the Carrefour store and after that we had lunch which was nothing special but good.

Then we had to go to the social services to ask for a nursing aid for Mr. G to help him in and out the bath. We were lucky we got one from Monday on. I think because they know us quite well, because Mr. G. taught people how to work on a computer there and me from the painting course. Now he doesn't need a nurse anymore, his hip has healed perfectly, but the bathtub is too dangerous for him (and me) to get in and out safely.



Arthur now likes to jump behind the Television since we have the new furniture, or he helps Mr. G. to read a notice for a weather station !

My asthma wasn't better the next day so I only went to our painting class to take photos and forgot to take them, then we went for lunch because at 2 pm we had a theatre play.



It turned out that it was two ridiculous guys who mimed different situations for which we four were too stupid to understand. On stage, the duo laughs at ordinary situations: shooting a Penalty, sawing a tree, catching a fly, picking up a phone… All without a word, but body expressions ! Nicole after not even 10 min fell asleep, Myriam was bored and tried to sleep, I started a Scrabble on my smartphone but the lady behind me was disturbed by the light, so when a few laughed I decided to try out if I can still whistle, I tried it 3 times without success but then it worked and a loud whistle woke up the seniors !

That made my 3 girls laugh so much that we left the theatre one hour before the end. We would have died of boredom. We were not the only once as the lady at the exit told us.

This was really the very first time in 10 years that the play organized by the city for the seniors was such a flop !

It was so boring and ridiculous, not even a two year old would have laughed.

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