The Last Furlong

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Battle blues, blood, bodies and brains

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Mr Furlong and I are going to Provence on the Cote d’Azur in France again in May. I blogged at the beginning of 2016 about that. When we arrived at our apartment in Tourrettes Var, then, our diabetes was reasonably under control. But this Furlong disgraced herself by hogging bottles of Nutella. Well, Hazelnuts are very good food actually – did you know? But the 50% sugar content was a pity.

Callian Chateau

We ate fantastic food – prepared by Mr Furlong – and unfortunately the content of hot French bread dripping with garlic butter, is – well, bread!

We went to pot, in other words.


we are a week into “getting fit for France”. We are fighting on all fronts – diet, exercise and language. It’s time-consuming actually. Especially the French lessons.

Today, I report we are making very little progress on any front.

We have battle blues. Blood sugars have hardly dropped despite starvation and neither has the weight. Excercise is horrid in the pouring rain and Jack the Ripper fog, and even the dog doesn’t want to go out.

As for the French lessons – Nous ne comprenons pas! (translation from Google translate meaning “We don’t understand!”)


Author: Elizabeth

I'm someone also pounding the Path, just like you.. I'm retired, going into Old Age and loving my life. I'm hoping to remain happy and well for as long as possible. Old Age is not SO bad - yet!

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