Elmhurst


In the knowledge that A was probably getting wet in a field I enjoyed the warm bath and mum helping once again to wash the bit of hair we could manage. Then to change the dressing and see what lay beneath. Beautifully gross. A lovely pal popped in for a cuppa as I let the air get to it before being recovered. He was as impressed by it as I was. Long!

Wonderful S then came over and 4 of us went out for lunch. My longest trip out after returning home. Just around the corner. Odd how tried it made me feel to hold my head up. And confirmed I was not ready to go to the wedding reception we'd been invited to later that evening. Although I did make it round the corner for a drink in our newly refurbished pub the Elmhurst. It's been done nicely - lots of parents in their late 30s with prams though. 

I've been making sure I take a walk each day to get out and avoid cabin fever. Highlight being getting to Fieldseat - one of my favourite local cafes and then excited to visit a different Lidl. 
I had more visitors too - beautiful R traveling the furthest. More lovely gifts, many more of them in the edible area this week. 

My mum headed back to Norfolk this week having successfully ensured I didn't do too much for my first two weeks home. I loved having her stay but know how much she missed getting up early to take Hilman for a walk. I miss her though, we are both very good at this recovery lark. 

M started her new job and A had a few long shifts at hers. They went clubbing this week too... Both proper adults who can do that sort of thing. And the cinema. 

As it should be for only 2 1/2 weeks post op - it's been quite uneventful. 

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Brussels

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...
Read more

Sea Air

 I met mum and J out of church and popped to the high street to get a couple of best tops. The air was warm but the breeze made it bearable. After a bit of reading in the garden we went for lunch by the sea. A quick catch up with my sister and K over tasty food and then mum and I went for a paddle.  Jo had organized a lovely 'outdoor eating experience' not a BBQ at hers and I happily spent a beautiful evening with my family. Mum and I wandered home in the very warm evening air. The sea air was so welcome compared to the stifling heat of London. The next morning I went to church, as I often do, feeling the familiar comfort of the happy memories of my youth. The demographics have changed but some old (really old) faces said hello. I was delighted to be mistaken for mum's granddaughter. Then there was a meal in the church garden which was nice, the feast day of St Peter and St Paul. I narrowly avoided a seafood stir fry. It is nice to know so may people intend to pray for me....
Read more

hard week

 This week started like a very normal week but to my great sadness it changed on Wednesday evening when mum let me know about uncle Michael. I know I was very lucky to have a long lasting connection based on a love of words and theatre with him. Over the years I learned a lot from him and we spent a good number of hours talking about his life, my life, eating good food and watching mostly great theatre. It is with a dragging grief that I didn't add his name onto the email list this morning. And a gutting realisation that the list has once again gotten smaller. It is a small comfort to me that he was on the list though and that, even though he changed his email address an inexplicable number of times, I think he would have been in the loop about my life and I hope very much he was proud of me living it.  I wonder about the telling of the rest of the week. Perhaps just to say that the girls were good at revising around their work commitments,...
Read more