Olive trees

Rows of very neglected olive trees with the piles of prunings between them. The sun was in my eyes and with no glasses with me either I had no idea what I'd taken until I got back, but I like it.

I was almost at the bread shop this morning when a woman accosted me, asking about my jumper, what nationality I was, was I going to the cooking workshop at the weekend, would I be her friend, where did we live, would I come to her house for coffee? or tea? All the while we were speaking she had hold of my sleeve, which made it difficult to pull away, but I'm afraid in the end I told her that I didn't have time and goodbye. Thank goodness that although she didn't speak Catalan she understood it well enough, but it's difficult to be diplomatic when you're not fluent.

I don't think I'll go to the knitting group this afternoon as my ear is still deaf and I'm finding it really difficult to cope with lots of people all talking at once, never mind the fact that they're speaking Catalan. I will go next Monday though because I usually help the bar owner's daughter with her English homework after school on that day.

It's six weeks since I went deaf in one ear, three and half weeks since it was syringed, one and a half weeks since I saw the specialist and four and a half weeks until my hearing test and follow up appointment... and I'm sort of getting used to it.