I have extolled the virtues of YouTube in several posts on this blog. My earlier post reported on Maureen feeling down this morning; so what follows is how I lifted her mood.
Music once again provided a starting point with Bing Crosby singing a song Maureen’s dad used to sing to her. After a few from Bing we moved onto Willie Nelson: I have a confession to make there; this is a Tango not a rumba! This allowed us to reminisce about our dancing days.
Finally, I moved onto a French lesson. as I had been speaking in ‘pigeon’ earlier in the morning: much to the hilarity of my French Mistress. Everything is ‘tres bien’ now: could never remember whether that is a grave or an acute. Please don’t tell Mademoiselle Maureen.
Hold on it’s another false dawn: she in tears in the room next door. Maureen is distraught that none of her underwear is comfortable. I have eased her back to bed knowing that further sleep will help. Once I wake her, in a couple of hours, with lunch to hand we will start again: fish pie will reach the parts other food never gets to.