Recovering the past or maybe not

Just got back on ze blog. I had, again, lost my various passwords, making it impossible to access these pages or the gmail account where they kept sending me access to a new password! I am taking loads of ginkgo biloba now and hoping to see some improvement in my flailing memory before I forget who I am.  It's not all bad, sometimes I do stumble upon poems,  beer mats scrawled with plans for a nov etc. but in all honesty this happens seldom enough and there are very few advantages to memory loss otherwise!
I had hoped, once,  to forget the more dastardly deeds of my youth but...no...I remember those quite clearly.  And though I have forgotten a lot of the good times and some of my lovers, I remember ancient enemies, long since forgiven  and a  plethora of offenses not to mention some of the very embarrassing moments that would be better forgotten ( but would make good if slightly humiliating reading).
Basically it is a simple process -  anything that could make life  easier and more fun - ie passwords, telephone numbers, and happy moments, I forget.  
But no such luck with the guilt inducing memories or the downright  excruciating ones, they are here to stay it would seem! 
Anyway I am back now... for a while hopefully.
So were was I? February I think.  Winter?  Very cold, very broke and very sad...but not unhappy.  That about sums it up.
But we are still blessed to be here  and Anma came to life with the first violets.  This year we have started a vegetable garden.  We are complete novices and have made some mistakes, ok a lot of mistakes, but it's a learning process I believe.   Him indoors is quite appalled at the amount of pumpkins we are growing and reckons I should be researching recipes and the possibilities of a business venture because it looks like we have enough of them to feed a small country, possibly Monaco, though I doubt that the "Monégasques" would change their Champagne diet, to one made exclusively of pumpkin.  

  It has been unbelievably hot for the last month, the thermometer reached 50° on a few occasions, and the garden after a splendid show of irises and roses this spring, is now bone coloured, invaded by thistles and giant weeds. 
It's too hot to garden, too hot to even eat outside. The beauty of an old house is that the walls are thick and the inside temperature stays around 26°, I am hoping for much less next year when we have shutters that close.  Meanwhile, we have turned into vampires.  We only venture outdoors at dusk to weed and water the dehydrated vegetable patch and enjoy a glass or 3 of chilled rosé whilst being tapas for the ferocious and sex discrimative mosquitoes who won't take a bite from Him indoors.  Being tastier than him is no consolation either.

This autumn, possibly/maybe, the work on Anma will start, hopefully! The roof and the doors and windows (none of which currently close, never mind lock!) are the priority apparently, though a proper bathroom -with a bath- would  be nice to have, as would a pleasant looking bedroom, as the current" hovel"  look is becoming a bit overpowering and slightly passé.   I am not being extravagant, I would just like some plaster on the walls and a ceiling! Ok so, maybe I am being extravagant.