Give me everything that's left...

Yesterday I needed to get Son 1 to the doctor, just to make sure he had a prescription for enough hay fever medication while I'm away in Edinburgh. We decided to go to the afternoon session, which is 'sans rendezvous' - you just arrive and wait your turn. Knowing how long each doctor's appointment takes in France (they are very thorough, and don't rush you through the way they do in the UK), we turned up at 3.30 for a 4pm session, thinking that would give us a good place in the queue. How wrong we were! There were five people already in front of us, and then the doctor returned late from his visits (not his fault, obviously). So we didn't get into the doctor's room until about 6.45... Thank goodness for Nintendo DS games consoles, which can keep children occupied whilst waiting that long! Thus, I never got to the supermarket, which shuts at 7.30 - I'd planned a trip AFTER the doctor's - how naive. Instead, I jumped back on my bike and walked into the latest-opening baker's in town, to hear the words: 'We haven't got any bread left'. I pressed her on this and ended up buying everything she had left - a lovely nutty-brown loaf which she sliced for me, and the two bread rolls you see above, plus croissants for breakfast this morning.

Really not bad at all for leftovers!

j

I'll be flying to Edinburgh tomorrow. Ben's mum is coming out to help him look after the boys, who are on holiday. My sister is also in Edinburgh at the moment and we'll be able to visit my mum, who's currently in hospital for a short while. I intend to do some charity shopping too!