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I spend 6 months on my own and finally decide to book a ferry to the UK to see my family and what does Johnson do?  Imposes quarantine to take affect 3 days before I leave.  So now I am going to be imprisoned in my son's house for 2 weeks and won't be able to even go out for walk.  Me without exercise is the greatest punishment so I will have to invent some.  Will my aversion to housework have to be overcome?  Shall I run round and round the lavender bush until I am dizzy or just simply climb up and down the walls.  Whatsmore the spare bedroom, which is soon to be my cell, has a 2ft 6in bed, which is uncomfortable and has a mattress that my daughter in law slept on as a child.  It is her childhood bed.  I spent 2 years sleeping on my son's 2 seater settee, which actually is preferable.  When I suggest that maybe my children should be looking after me in my old age they have developed a pretty impressive Gallic shrug and a smile that tells me they are not taking me seriously.

My hair is so long now that I could let it down the castle walls and let a handsome prince climb up and take me away from it all  but reality tells me that I will have to let it grow for another 2 weeks before I get it cut.  I know, I could get it cut in France before I leave but whenever I have been to a French hairdresser they have ignored my instructions and followed the general opinion that when women reach a certain age they should have haircuts like boys. 

The plaster never answered my calls or emails, nor did the estate agent so I can't give him the keys, which is probably a good job as I  still have a hole in the ceiling.  And why did I book a ferry that departs from Caen at 8.30am which means I have to  leave the house at 2.30am and drive all the way in the dark?

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