Camembert baked with garlic, thyme and white wine, to the recipe that came with the pot.
We have got as far as we can with the first stage of getting my dad into sheltered housing. The applications are in and now we just have to wait for visits from the housing people and social services for his "assessments".
Meanwhile, we are grounded. We all know why. We have tried gnashing teeth and spitting nails but in the end we just have to be sensible and delay our return to France for a while, for who knows how long.
There's allus summat.
(I might have the time to spend on the blog sooner than I thought.)
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