Chapter 43Sunday is a lazy day for me, but a busy one for Patricia. The stove has four large pans on it bubbling away, this time with apple and blackberry jelly. The apples were given to Patricia by an old gentleman who lives a short distance from our house, on condition that we supply him with an egg from our chickens for his breakfast each day and a jar from each batch of apple jelly for his baguette. He has four apple trees but uses very little of the fruit himself, as it's difficult for him to pick them now because of his age. I've built shelves in our shed so that Patricia can store the apples then use them as and when she needs them. This crop is worth hundreds of euros to her and it's just the boost she needs to give her full-time business a kick start.
I hate leaving the house on
