Neil is in the next room to me trying to get his father to take his medication. You would think we were trying to poison, not help him and I have no idea how his mother is going to manage when we have gone home tomorrow. It is so sad to see how their relationship has gone from a normal loving to a frustrated difficult angry one.
Talking of angry we got a rollicking yesterday for coming in late for dinner, on the one afternoon we had actually had for ourselves visiting old friends. We have not been accepting any offers of dinner or drinks as Neil felt while we were here we needed to be on hand as much as possible for his parents, so it felt a tad unfair to be on the receiving end when we had been told it was a casserole that wouldn't spoil and to go and enjoy ourselves. A symptom of the situation I guess.
The van is full of the usual supplies for our friends in France. Baked beans,tea, cheddar and the Sunday Times all feature quite highly - as well as chappati flour, ghee and garlic powder. A sign of our modern times in Britain and now France!
I am just about to order the slate floor we have chosen for the hall and the barn when it becomes a lounge. We went shopping in Limoges to try and find something equivalent to what we had seen in the UK and found that the nearest we could get (which was far inferior quality) was over 100 euros per square metre, whereas in the UK it is 19 pounds and in the sale there is an extra 10% off that. No contest really.
Even with shipping we are going to get something special for a lot less than we would have to pay in France. It makes no sense at all.