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WEEKEND
I felt a little bit better, at least I could breathe normally again. So I decided not to go out yet, but to lie on the sofa in front of the TV or work on the computer. I even managed to go to my neighbor to ask if there was any mail.
Otherwise, a few people called me and I called my ex-neighbor, with whom I actually had little or no contact when we lived in our house. But I had heard that her husband had also died shortly before Christmas. Shared suffering binds together. So we decided to meet, when I come back from France (if I can go). Shared sorrow is better to endure.
So the day went by and I started to be optimistic to go on my trip, Even if I have to stay in the hotel or in a café it's still better then staying here and getting crazy !
I have to distract myself otherwise I think too much about the good times of the past.
On Sunday the day was identical, I managed to put the laundry in the wardrobes, and left out what I would need for my travel to France, which I put directly in my suitcase. I don't need very much as I am only 4 days away.
Rosie was happy that I sat always on the same place so she could do her 23 sleeping hours marathon without or only two interruptions.On Sundays a French channel has a show on TV that shows wild animals and then various animal shelters where you can adopt dogs and cats or rabbits and guinea pigs. And this time there was a little pig too ! That would be something for me! It behaved better than some dogs and was very intelligent.
When the young girl went with the pig, into a restaurant hwearing a beautiful coat, the restaurants couldn't say anything, since it wasn't a dog! But the little pig behaved better than some people.
This was my weekend. Please wish me luck that I can go to France, to the city of Metz, where my mother was born in 1918 when Lorringen was still German, and my grandfather worked there as station master. I will try to find the station !!
The station of Metz in 1918











