Not able to write anything about Grace – other than I miss her

So not being able to see Grace means there is not really anything I can write about her.   I miss Grace without a doubt and I went through a tough patch in the car.  But I am not going to mope around (like one or two the nurses always seem to do).

Off to Normandy

Someone said to me yesterday you need to find something to do because you’re going to get bored. But I’m not sure that that applies to me. Because I’m increasingly finding my own way forwards my own independence my motivations. it’s pretty cool actually.

I’ve decided to drive 610km to Normandy. 3 times charging my electric car.  Despite the fact that 100% charge equals 350km.   Why Normandy? Until my early 30s I had a deep fascination with the Second World War, reading lots on the subject.  This is my chance to look before I return the car in just over a week. I suspect if I had brought Grace, even pre dementia, she would have a been a bit bored (well that’s my excuse).

The hotel I say at is in Caen. Perfectly fine.  Though I have made the mistake of staying somewhere opposite a nightclub.

Leaving Lunch

I have been invited to a leaving lunch.  But I am not sure I really want to go.  For what purpose would it be?   The dinner I had the other night was a nice, small and authentic occasion.

Next Steps

I think when I get back, I will focus on finding some work.  Because if I look now, it will be a good month before I start something.  I’ll then have the chance to use August to finish my second book.