A Quiet Drink
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The Girlie and I went to the doctor's this morning.
We had to discuss the results of my recent brain scan (all clear) and how my new medication was working for me.
I was rather worried that (1). I would be sent back to work (and I know that I'm not really ready for that), and (2). One of the results of my last blood test indicated a problem with my liver!
I was very worried that I was going to need a Liver Transplant (which would involve lots of internal medical stuff), and... undoubtably, loads of injections!
I hate medical stuff and I have a mortal fear of injections. As it turned out, my liver is fine - the doctor explained that although my Gamma-GT (whatever that is), was over 100; the people with real problems (thus requiring transplants etc.) have Gamma-GT readings in the thousands!
The doctor signed me off work for another month but did say that it might be another six months before the medications that I have to take, have been reduced to a level where I can return to work.
To celebrate the good news, the Girlie and I went for a drink at my favourite bar in Josselin - La Bar De La Duchesse Anne, for a quick and quiet drink.
I used to use this bar an awful lot a few years ago - the previous owners were very nice to the Englishman who works at the abattoir, lives at Les Croix and rides a pushbike.
On one occassion, just after a freak blizzard in March of 2004, I staggered into town in my wellies - the normal 45 minute walk took me over 2 hours, that day! The, then, owners of the bar made sausages en-croute (sausages in pastry) and mulled wine for anyone who had braved the elements and visited the bar - little things like that mean an awful lot to me.
Well, I now longer ride a pushbike and the wife of the patron of the bar died of cancer about two years ago. A young couple bought the place and started changing things around and I stopped using the bar.
About a year ago, I started using the bar again. The changes that the new owners had made started to make sense; the restaurant is now upstairs, there is a Games room where the old restaurant used to be (with a baby foot table) and the whole ambience is lighter.
The new owners are very friendly and I often pop in for a quiet drink whenever I'm in town.
The new patron is ill at the moment (a bad leg), but, as soon as he is back on the scene, I'm going to take the Girlie there for a meal and will write an article about it (to be published in the restaurant section of this site.)
I've already drooled over other people's meals there (especially the 9 Euro Moules Frites which looks big enough to feed an army.)
If you are ever in Josselin and fancy a drink or a meal - why not visit the bar - it's at the top of the high street. The menu is basic but good and not too fancy (and certainly not too expensive.) The bar shuts on Mondays and is rarely open Sunday nights during the off-season.
The photos on this page show... The patron (always smiling), The Girlie and me (also smiling) and, finally, just me (not sure if I'm smiling or just have a bad case of Wind?)
