Yesterday morning the committee arrived to finalise details for June's concert in the village church. Madame Bay was on hand to usher everyone into the dining room , her persona changing depending on whether the arrivals were 'floral village' or 'beautiful highways' adherents. After last weeks contented display of flatulence Wilf was relegated to the kitchen. The meeting started with an update on the mayors hand ( much better unless it's a really cold day ) , the surprising brisqueness of the new girl behind the pharmacy counter ( apparently she comes from Lyons so what can you expect ? ) , the health of the little lady in the purple hats mother, and the state of the kitchens in the old folks home. Hypocondria is a constant sub-theme of French provincial life. It was finally agreed that the Mayors wife would be responsible for taking the reservations, issuing the tickets and looking after the money. As Madame mayor only speaks French and some of the concert goers might be foreign ( no offence Ongoose ) she will be helped in this task by the Office de Tourisme in the market town . A top up of coffee, another pain au chocolat ( only if we must ), a story about someones aunt who is going into hospital in Toulouse and they were off.
Little things are reassuring. With him eating again we're going to try him on fish and yoghurt ( he'll only touch fish ) and see if Milk Thistle can do anything for the liver damage. Any thoughts on gentle remedies for severe anaemia and jaundice ? Overnight his temeprature is rising again - back to above 39 - a worry. For today we're just going to focus as much as we can on the the positive developments.