It has been very good, this past week, to sit back and swich off almost completely. There had been a time or two during the days before we left for France when I was in danger of feeling quite overwhelmed. It must be old age or something but there seemed to be just too much that needed doing. I felt - and you must excuse the cliché - as though I was wading knee-deep in treacle. Everything was hard work, even the things I enjoy the most, so having the chance to do little but read, eat and drink has invigorated me enormously.
But I have come back, not just to Blighty, but also to frustration. I have been trying to switch on the PC without success. When I press the on/off button, what appears on the screen is text that offers me the choice of "Press F1 for set up" etc etc. This was happening before I went away and I discovered that what I needed to do was alter the order of the start-up search from DVD first and hard drive second to the other way around. Today the wretched machine refuses to accept my commands! And it is on that computer that I run my accounts software, store pictures and so on.
At least I have the laptop and so I have managed to catch up on my email and read most if not quite all yet of the blogs I follow.
We were extraordinarily lucky with the weather while in France, most days being pretty sunny although not scorching hot. There is a forest near our village where the autumn colours were still perfect. I must have taken well over a hundred pictures in my attempt to take the perfect autumn shot. Not exactly perfect, perhaps, but I like this one.