The plasterer came yesterday. and the day before, to fill in the last of the holes and paint the ceiling, which had fallen down after a water leak. He talked to himself, all the time, non stop. He was fairly old and had been sent by the insurance company. He gave me 4 pieces of paper to fill in, one of which was an evaluation of the work, so I put it to one side. Another was a form declaring that I didn't have any symptoms of covid 19 and that I was taking all precautions to protect the worker. As I looked at him standing too close to me and and with his mask hanging down on his chin I had the impression that it was I who needed protecting. On day two I had to complete the evaluation form. He had left a terrible mess, including a filthy floor on day one, he had slept in his van and smelled like it, he knocked the smoke alarm off the wall and broke it, so I had to go out and buy a new one today and he blocked my kitchen sink, on which I had to use plunger. So why did I give him 5 out of 5 on the evaluation form? I just felt sorry for him. He was so eager to please and failing oh so miserably.
I learned a new French word today, 'Crapauduc' which means a frog crossing apparently. It sounds like something much more unpleasant.
Roll on 20 January when, inshallah, Trump will face prosecution and the cafes in France will re-open, I have my last appointment at the hospital and I can contemplate going to the UK, even if it is only contemplation.
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