Prepare yourself for a "best laid plans" gone completely awry kind of day.
Theoretically Saturdays are all about decoration; that's what's on the agenda. As we all know only too well, sometimes life interferes with our best intentions.
Since I am often wont to wander off subject, that's what's on the program for today.
I had a couple of projects in the developing stages, but they won't be ready for public viewing until the same time next week due to unexpected events.
Here's what's on offer today: A few every day details that make the quality of life in France so extraordinary.
Last night one of our dogs was frighteningly sick. Of course it all started at 9 p.m. on a Friday. While I tended to her, my husband called our vet who told us what to do until he arrived.
Note last few words of the sentence, "until he arrived." He did and all is well. Not all veterinarians make house calls, but ours does unfailingly, day or night.
These are some of the people who come to our house and always make us feel safe and cared for:
1.) Our doctor.
2.) Our medical pedicure person.
3.) Nurses to change bandages, give shots, vaccines, etc.
4.) Ambulances -- instantly -- in the middle of the night when one is most frightened.
On the more frivolous side:
1.) Dog groomer and nail cutter.
2.) Coiffeuse (She arrives equipped with the thingie that attaches to the bathroom basin just like in the salon and no she is not in business for the two ends of the beauty spectrum -- the old and ill or the rich and overbooked. Her prices are moderate.)
3.) Piano teachers for adults.
Perhaps other countries have some of these luxuries, but if so I am not aware of any that have all of the above. I'm sure you will correct me if I'm wrong. Can't wait.
The picture above, so this discourse isn't one long, gray block of type, is of the sheep, goats and chickens grazing and lazing in front of our insurance company's front door.
Hope you have a wonderful weekend. A demain with the weekly line-up.