The FFF started or rather ended in a catastrophe ! I had just finished the whole post and must have touched a misterious key, in short, my whole text had disappeared except the title and the link to FFF !
I really don't know what happened so I just do a little resume of the already little post ! Can't invent an exciting life in a still lasting half lockdown. Everything which is distracting and amusing is still closed.
Myriam had asked me to switch scrabble turn with me and I was glad that I had bought a Bresilienne cake at Carrefour supermarket, they have the best and I had put it in the freeze, so I had always something to offer and didn't have to go out.
I had my pedicure coming, as my footnails started to look like Rosie's claws, she is a nice young woman and comes to people's house. The poor girl has a 12 year old boy who has Asperger a sort of Autisme, like the famous Greta who wanted to change the world but didn't succeed, and has now disappeared. Hopefully not with the Coronavirus.
The poor young woman has a son of 12 who was diagnosed (already !!) with the Asperger syndrom, which is a little similar to the more known Autists.
And while the pedicure worked on my feet I listened to her story and the difficulties she has everywhere when she askes for some help.
There is no special school for these children here at least not public once and the poor boy was bullied in his school because he was different then the others. It came to a point that he refused to go to school ! He is very intelligent as these people are often and now she will try another school. Can only wish her luck !
As Mr. G. is well taken care of in his Reha clinic I had finally time for my appointments. I also had to go to the dermatologist for a check up, ever since one of my painting class had skin cancer I am watchful ! Everything was OK. Next doctor is for the eyes ! Hanging so often in front of PC and TV must have changed a little my view.
Besides that we had a water tube broken in the garage, 3 floors under my flat and I only noticed it when I read the paper somebody had put under my door that from 8 to 3 pm we had no water. Apparently they were late because at 8 am I had water and when I took my car at 2.30 pm and they were already gone.
My son will come on Sunday to see his Dad, he has to do a test just for being here not even 24 h because he will return to Amsterdam the same day.
Before collapsing in her lockdown sleep, Rosie meditates about what she could do during one hour when she doesn't sleep ! Fortunately I have her, since Mr. G. is away, I talk to her and she has always the same opinion as me. It's less ridiculous to have a conversation with my cat who even responds, then talking against a wall.