It was not a normal Thursday but it started out much the same as any other day. Usual chores.
The morning was as it should be. Took Trudy out for her toilet time and then I noticed a small crowd gathered outside. Cars stopped, a dog was put on a lead, which in my opinion should already have been on a lead. The road is a busy one, and then what caught my eye was white hair. It dawned on me that it was my neighbour, but for a moment thought I was imagining it, because I knew she had been picked up and taken to church. What was she doing outside near the road?
I went outside to see her being helped to her door by very caring loving teenagers and I helped her inside to her home. She looked very shaken but the only damage I could see was a bruise on her elbow. Made the obligatory cup of tea and a sandwich for lunch. She would not go to the doctors.
I phoned her relation and explained what had happened.
I was going out for tea and cake but was reassured that all was well next door.
With the aid of Google found the house immediately. I’m one of those people who worry needlessly about getting lost but all was fine. Sat in the garden with Trudy and friends. Passed an enjoyable couple of hours and returned home with a bunch of sweet peas. How lovely they are.
Sleeping however was out of the question. I had an Atrial Fibrillation episode which really frightened me. I haven’t had an attack for quite a while as the medication usually works well for me but not last night so today feel a bit tired. Quiet day for me.
They do say that stress is often the cause of an episode and quite possibly after the neighbour’s accident and me worrying about getting lost, might well have played it’s part in my restless night.
Another warm summer day. Go outside and enjoy.
With the help of Karen (my friend and dog walker) we have just bathed Trudy. What a palaver. She was a good girl but I’m covered in bits of grey fur and I’m pretty wet. Floor not too bad, bath has a nice film of grey dog fur, even though I’ve cleaned it as best as I could.
We were supposed to leave the shampoo on for ten minutes, but after five I had had enough sitting on the toilet seat.
We did have a good laugh though. We were trying to speak French. Karen is off to France on her hols next week. So funny.
Now Trudy is busy licking herself where she can reach. I’m not allowed to dry her. Oh well happy days.
I have had a very welcome offer for the use of a wet room for one of the sessions. Arn’t some people kind and generous.
This is my present from Wales. Charming don’t you think.
I hadn’t realised that the cut out in the top of the spoon meant different things. Mine meant Steadfast Love. Don’t really think Mary is aware of the different meanings of the love hearts, but a very kind present all the same.
For your information the horseshoe means good luck, the lock means security, as you would imagine, the bells wedding bliss, links together forever, anchor settled love, ball in cage, number of children, and finally keyhole my house is yours.
Talking of love my grandaughter got maried last Thursday in Mauritius. Lots of photos sent to me. It really seemed like paradise. Beautiful sands, blue sky and the feeling of heat. After such a miserable week for our weather it looked particularly enticing.
Where have those years gone?. It seems only yesterday she came and stayed in my house, going to car boot sales, taking breakfast up on the Downs. Good times and good memories.
Trudy went to vet yesterday. Again you might say and I have the exact same sentiments. Has a skin allergy and besides steroids she has to be bathed twice a week. I’m elderly and she’s large so a problem, but with the help of friends all sorted this week and next week. I’ll worry about the other weeks later
Enjoy the sunshine while it is here, because by the end of the week it’s going to be very hot and we’ll be moaning.
Stupid to feel like this I know but all of my family are overseas in Mauritius pending my grandaughters wedding on Thursday. Following the appalling weather that we have experienced over the last couple of days I regretted my decision to stay at home.
My grandson is finishing his holiday travelling through Malaysia and other parts, finally finishing in Hong Kong when he will then fly to Mauritius. He has had a wonderful time and I can’t wait to catch up with all his news.
My daughter phoned this morning. She was drinking a cocktail. Weather good, lovely hotel, but confessed to the flight as being long and not one of the best she’s been on.
My lovely neighbour arrived home last night following her trip to Wales. It was something she didn’t wish to repeat. Hotel not good and the food wasn’t much cop either.
I did look it up on the Internet and the hotel had a very negative review, so I imagined it would be lacking.
Her sister booked it and I thought she was Internet savvy but she failed to book a better class of holiday. The fellow passengers were very nice apparently. On the last day one lady fell and the coach with all its occupants had to go to the hospital. I would have loved to see the coach pull up outside the hospital.
She looked absolutely exhausted when she arrived home. I insisted she had a gin and tonic which was very much enjoyed. Nothing quite like a drink when you feel almost ill with fatigue,
Whilst my girl Trudy went for a walk I popped to the charity shop. I sorted and priced some shoes, children’s tee shirts, and lots of toys so a good morning well spent. Not only did it get me out of the house but I had a good chin wag.Something we all need you will agree.
My grandaughter has just phoned on the way to Heathrow. Very excited.
I have been watching all the D Day coverage on the television. I was sitting with tears running down my face. All those brave people from all over the world, but I was particularly moved by the extracts from some of the letters. Heart wrenching.
The lone piper playing on the Mulberry harbour at Arromanches. I am not a fan of the bagpipes but this was something else. The old men who jumped out of the plane.
To complete my tears this week, I have discovered where my partner is buried in Cyprus. It looks somehow desolate. Very rocky but guess Cyprus is quite rocky in places.
He died on his own along with his dog. I don’t know if the dog starved to death because his owner was so ill and unable to take care of him or not, which I found disturbing. All alone sounds terrifying.
To compound my emotions I know he was very frightened of dying as I guess we all are. I envy all those with the absolute faith that there is life after death. I do think that there is something after leaving this world, but there is no one to share with us is there?