Learning French to Music

Referring back to last night's post, I am relieved to say that I don't think I disgraced myself too much at the "gymnastique"!

It began rather like the personal development courses we all went on when I was back working at the University. We walked round the room to music, saying our name to everyone we passed and then did the reverse; this time saying the name of the person we were passing.... As most of the ladies already knew each other, I was at a distinct disadvantage!

The rest of the evening went well and despite all the 'exercise' based vocabulary being banded about I enjoyed the experience of meeting ladies who live in the village but who, surprisingly, I've never met or even seen before in three years.

As for photos, well obviously I couldn't take any in the class but there really is only one appropriate image to sum up the result of yesterday...

OH! my aching back, legs, arms, neck......

Keep Fit...... to Drop!

Colin was busy rubbing down and painting window frames today so I went to dig out the compost heap, ready for it to receive the next batch of recycled vegetable matter.

It took me all day digging and barrowing it into two large piles on the potager, to be ploughed in by Monsieur Bourreau at a later date.

I had just finished when our friend and neighbour, Natalie, (M.Bourreau's daughter in law), called round to say the keep fit class - worryingly called "la gymnastique" - begins tonight at the Salle Polyvalente in Braye.
In the summer when these classes were "en vacances" I had been keen to agree to go along..... But tonight of all nights.... Why me??!

I haven't even got the excuse of a wasp-stung foot anymore. Just as the doctor predicted, five days into the course of anti-biotics the swelling and inflammation are thankfully gone.

Will I be able to move a muscle in the morning??? I wouldn't bet on it!

ps. I can't complain as Colin is still rubbing down and painting as I write...