We spent the next 2 months in and out of hospitals and clinics trying to find out exactly what was wrong with our son. The kidney wasn't functioning, but why and what could be done? They finally said that it could be operated on and he was booked in straight away. My husband and I took turns either staying at the hospital or coping with the shop and the twins at home. The operation appeared to go well although it was very long, and I was assured that everything would be alright. But then, a week later, the doctor noticed that something wasn't quite right. It seemed that the internal stitching to the kidney had come apart and blood was leaking into his urine. Back down to the operating theatre he went, for what seemed like hours, pacing, pacing, pacing up and down. It was a horrible time for us all, especially our son and it turned out that the problem had been there since birth but had never been picked up. I'm happy to say that he recovered fully and is now as bouncing and bright as most children. It wasn't a very good year all around and health became quite an issue. Our daughter went to hospital the same year and had to have plastic surgery to her face following an accident at school, and I caught pneumonia to the left lung, which made me quite ill. A year I have been trying hard to forget.
The following year a fruit and veg shop opened up right next door to our shop. Yes, you guessed it we also sold fruit and veg. They weren't cheap, but it was very good quality and soon our fruit and veg sales plummeted. We tried very hard to keep afloat, I know people say it's good to have a bit of competition, but this was just too much and we couldn't compete. To top it all, mum had decided to move away to start afresh, and I couldn't bear the thought of her being all alone somewhere in the middle of France. We had been near to help out for some time now, and the children were devastated.
The twins weren't babies anymore they were little people, they were little bilingual people, or trilingual people if you count their own uninterpretable twin language. All three of our kids loved living in the south, and especially loved the beaches. So how were we going to tell them that it was time to move on? That this shop malarkey just wasn't working? Talk about flogging a dead horse, this horse was definitely dead. It was time to call in the estate agents and notaires once more............
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