Last Saturday the girls and I set off for a day trip to Brighton, me to meet up with Sharon and Chaz and them to have a bit of a wander around - to see a place that they had both been to when younger but not for a long time. It was a truly lovely day and I was so full of the happiness of it all, that I almost didn't mind the excruciating delays on the train home. Sunday was all about getting digging in the garden, I was determined to make a start on the area near the door to dig out as much as possible and redistribute the earth to the back of the garden and around. Some of the plants A and I bought have been dug up and some plants rather beaten up, we assume by the foxes. I did more on Monday and was pleased it hadn't rained so I could very on - as it would just be a mud hole. I also said bye to A that morning as she headed off to Kent for some filming for someone's school project. I was super excited for her but also a bit nervous about her heading off without me. She ha...
On Saturday, after a bit of cleaning I set out in our car to see my pal Clare. I enjoyed the drive, once I got used to the high bite of the clutch and got my seat in the right place. So nice not to have to worry about uneven roads, goats and drivers, that are broadly speaking, following the same highway code. It was also so lovely to catch up with her, haven't seen her for a few years, and like all great friendships, we fell into our easy chat. It's been a week of visits in many ways, a new friend came over, we met at an interview in February. Happily we still got on very well and we will make an effort to see each other again. Margaret and Dick came to stay for a couple days with the main purpose of seeing us of course and helping sort out the back garden. I just hadn't got the energy to try, the task seemingly overwhelming but Margaret got stuck in and on a rare warm and sunny day we managed to clear away a huge amount and the garden, although not lovely, it is at l...
I spent a lovely morning with Joe, bacon sandwich included and later that day Edgar and I went to the theatre for a matinee performance of 'the winner's Curse' at a newish theater in Finsbury Park, this was followed by a meal with one of Edgar's friends, a very pleasant day. The next morning I packed up a small suitcase and got a bus then long walk to get the prescription for my hydrocortisone, the Dr had no real clue what VHL was but I had my scan request letter that showed I didn't have any adrenal glands, so after a bit of googling and a call to someone he felt knew more than he did I got it. A few stops then to Liverpool street to have a quick cup of tea with my wonderful Rosie who happened to be in London that weekend with her beautiful and clever daughter Anna and then a longer than normal trip back to good old Norfolk. My sister had cooked a beautiful sunday roast, ably assisted by her husband with delicious gravy and yorkshire pudding. The chicken was so ...
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