Foot rub

A disastrous day today. Margaret was due to have a brain scan today to see what might be going on with her memory in Montpellier. We arrived in this huge complex of university teaching clinics in plenty of time to be told we weren't/were/weren't/were in the right place. Four administrative ladies later we took a tram to the fifth floor of the Universite de Science et Lettres only to discover that they weren't expecting us either. 35 degrees of heat had done for Margaret by then, so we're going to have to try again next week.
That we usually manage so well is down to Lizzie's great organisational and diplomatic skills but sometimes the world, a second language and time just gets the best of you.
A dip in the pool and a foot rub was a welcome relief.