This week's throwback Thursday again takes us back seven years, with a post from 7 November 2010.
It is definitely autumn in the Auvergne. The leaves on the trees are dying. Photosynthesis has stopped, causing the green to depart and reveal the leaves’ natural colours. The colours are augmented, in some cases, by the reds of glucose or waste products left over from photosynthesis. Not very romantic, but it is extremely pretty.
This week started with a public holiday – Toussaints (all saints day). That doesn’t affect us, except that there is no postal delivery and a number of the shops are shut. Not all, some have switched religion and now worship the Prophet Marr Jinn.
On Tuesday, I went to see the plastic surgeon. A part of me (probably the ear itself) was convinced that the dermatologist had made a mistake and there would be no need for further work on the ear. I was disabused of that notion within seconds of sitting in the surgeon’s chair. He confirmed that the cancer had returned and that he would need to operate in the same way as last year, only more radically this time, removing a larger area of skin and doing a larger graft. Not really what I wanted to hear. Nonetheless, we obediently trotted out to his receptionist to make the arrangements for an operation on 13 December at the hour of passerine flatulence. I suggested to her that I should, as a regular customer, start to have some discounted rate for my annual operation, or at least a loyalty card on which we could accumulate points. It would be useful to be able to use such points for liposuction or a bit of work on the face. I still don’t think I fancy the botulism toxin, but my reluctance to face the surgeon’s knife is waning, as it becomes a regular feature of my life.
On Wednesday, Clare went to the first of a series of demonstrations/lessons on authentic Indian cooking. She came back so enthused – and promptly made one which went down extremely well – that I may elect to join her for the rest of them. I have to stress that any connection between these lessons and the fact that Tania is currently holidaying in India is no more than a temporal coincidence.
By Thursday, however, we decided we needed some more herbs and spices, so we ventured to Montluçon to see what we could find. Generally we shop in hypermarkets like Auchan, Carrefour or Intermarché, which are pretty much like hypermarkets anywhere. We haven’t really noticed any people of Indian or Pakistani appearance in the area, so we wouldn’t expect to find any specialist shops catering for that cuisine. What we did find, though, was a mid-sized supermarket called Grand Frais. It seems a bit upmarket and is probably more expensive than most, but it does carry a lot of stuff that is not mass market, and we managed to buy most of what we needed.
Not only do they carry quite a lot of exotic and speciality vegetables – they even carry parsnips, and that in more than one variety!
Friday was bonfire night in UK. Here, it was, in the words of Lennon and McCartney, just another day. Thinking about this annual celebration; it’s interesting to see that the practise of thwarting terrorist acts has such a long history. More interesting is that Guy Fawkes is remembered not as a religiously motivated terrorist, but as a revolutionary. He believed the mostly protestant government was corrupt and it was his duty as a good catholic to wipe it out. Sounds a lot like what the jihadists think these days. Plus ça change, plus c’est pareil, as the saying goes.
We had to take Shitzu to the vet for a routine vaccination. Tinkerbell had been seeming to have an irritation in his right eye, so we had the vet look at that, too. When we came back, Trevor and Ulysse were clearly pleased to see them. Probably relieved, too, as our experience in France has been that going to the vet with an animal and coming back without it is, whilst not common, certainly not unknown. Here is the welcome, or sniff-fest, which it looks as though Shitzu is trying to shake off!
I have received a lot of extra web work that is quite technical and comes with a very tight deadline, so a lot of my time has been, and will continue to be spent in the study.