has been prescribes ear drops that say do not use if a perforated drum is suspected
. After a surreal series of phone calls to the surgery, (can't pre-book appointment for the following day, can have one in November; it's an emergency
- told to phone before 8.30 in morning; phone before 8.30 phone engaged; finally get through, all appointments gone.)MWNN eventually got an appointment and was seen this afternon, first of all by two medical students to whom he reported all that the French medic (walk into the surgery in France and he was seen within minutes, given a full checkup, told the ear was infected and the drum perforated, prescribed antibiotics - he lost some on the journey home - ear not recovered - hence the need for another appointment) had told him. The English doctor supervising the students was the one who failed to diagnose a ruptured ovarian cyst that almost carted me off with the Grim Reaper 10 years ago - and he prescribed drops that cannot be used
Feel better now so on with the cruising log - the final days Tuesday
The boat, in the foreground, at her mooring in Pont de Vaux. Almost ready to be left for the winter - isn't she purty compared to the huge slab 'Honfleur' beside her? See those blue poles along the central pontoon? They're there for the pontoons to climb when the snow melt from the Jura comes racing down the Reysouze and sends the water level up to the top of them.
We work on, getting the boat ready for winter and while MWNN sands and paints the outside, I scrub, clear and make inventory lists on the inside. This morning I tackled 'the heads
' - why on earth the loo compartment is called that is lost on me, I must google for it on my return. Meanwhile my theory is that seasick sailors spent a lot of time with their heads down the toilet pan and that is where the name originates. MWNN returned from stashing stuff in the garage just as I had finished the hands and knees
job on the floor. The port side of the compartment contains the hip bath/shower and I reason that it will be a waste of time 'bottoming'
that until we have used it for the last time.
After lunch we made a visit to the 'bricolage' to buy some more paint to cover the few rust spots on the roof. The boat was painted in late '99 using Masons' coach paint that has served us well. Unfortunately the roof colour is one that is not replicated by any other paint manufacturer (it's grey-green) and we shall have to buy another tin on our return to the UK. The other colours (racing green for the bodywork with coach stripes in a golden cream and handrails and gunwales in black) are easy to find in most other paints. MWNN used Dulux gloss black that has out performed any metal or marine paints he's been able to find in France.
Having failed to find anything remotely close to the roof colour, we settled on a small tin of off-white to use as an undercoat. We then shopped for the wine, coffee, cigarettes and sweets to take home with us to save time at Calais.
On our return from the shops, MWNN was called to give assistance to Monsieur Pussy
's boat which was 'en panne' and drifting towards the weir. The morse cable had broken but with the help of 'Swiss Bob' the boat was saved from disaster. Earlier this week MWNN was called to take more photos of Monsieur Pee Pee
's steering gear which had failed again (this was a repeat of last year. MWNN acts as 'translator' between Monsieur Pee Pee and the manufacturer, writing the letter of explanation of the fault and sending the photos on a CD). Monsieur Pussy's and Monsieur Pee Pee's names were given to them years ago by MWNN - Monsieur Pussy owns a cat called 'Pussy' that he calls regularly to come back to the boat and Monsieur Pee Pee once had work done to his prostate because he could not 'pee pee' - (one of his neighbours took great delight in yelling this information across the marina.)
Still seething a little at having to cancel the theatre trip on 29th - I knew
I'd be in no state to have a weekend away after the builders had been. There's stuff and more stuff all over the house and yet I can't find anything. And as for shopping - it took a day to defrost the fridge freezer (whose bright idea was it that you can't do the freezer separately from the fridge that doesn't need defrosting?) There's no working larder anymore and where are all the cans and bottles to go? Who'd've thunk that having a garage converted into a study/library would affect the kitchen so badly.