And so another week passes. Dot seems quite a bit better and as I write is watching NCFC (or those few players who aren’t injured) take on Manchester City at Carrow Road. Meanwhile David, Oliver and Amy are on their way to see us. My arm is giving me quite a bit of trouble, but that’s partly because I’m a bit late on the painkillers. Yesterday it wasn’t bad at all.
At lunchtime I walked to church to sit with Stuart and greet Heritage Day visitors from 1pm to 2pm. It’s a warm day, as it was yesterday, but I managed the journey Ok. Yesterday I wore a bit too much when I accompanied Dot to Riverside and was driven mad by sweating inside my cast, as well as being very, very tired.
Last Sunday Judy took us to church, and in the evening Phil gave us a lift to the Octagon for a concert of early music organised by Anna. Matt took part with his hurdy-gurdy, and there was an oboist who was excellent. Anna’s sister Niki was there, and so was Anna’s friend Jayne, who we met at their house; so that was two interesting conversations. It was a lovely evening, just the right length (about 75 minutes), and there was wine outside afterwards.
That was where we met Caren and Phil, who were very keen to do something to help us. So we “allowed” Caren to drive us up to Thorpewood for Dot’s routine pre-diabetic eye test the next day. While we were there, Dot was amazingly able to book us both in for a progress check-up with a doctor at the new Lionwood Surgery on Wellesley Avenue. Afterwards Caren took us to the airport to retrieve the golf umbrella we’d left there when we flew back from Kirkwall.
The following day we decided to take the bus up to Lionwood, and that worked very well. We had plenty of time to spare, and the doctor was sympathetic. Had to hurry back because Ryan, who was making a second attempt to fix our TV, was running early. But that worked out Ok, though I am not totally convinced by the TV, as we still can’t get HD on it through the BT box. We suspect the box might need replacing.
In the evening Philip Robinson picked us up and took us (very, very slowly) to Poringland for a meal. Anne wasn’t feeling too well – she has sores in her mouth – but we had a nice time. Phil drove us back very, very slowly. Bit worried, because he’d already been asleep.
Wednesday was Oliver’s 17th birthday. Phil and Joy came round to see us and were here for quite a long time. They really do have a lot of health problems – especially Joy. There can’t be much she hasn’t got.
Judy has been keeping us stocked up with food, but on Thursday Mary next door rang from Morrisons to see if we needed anything. Dot suggested a few biscuits, and she exceeded expectations by a considerable margin. Unfortunately she arrived just as Paul and Maryta were about to leave, and Maryta had one of her shouting fits. Less unfortunately, Mary was not at all fazed by this, as her older son has a similar problem.
Bridget also called in, but I’m not sure which day. Des has been over and innumerable people have rung or sent cards. One who rang was Mary Thrower, whose husband Neville, who was in the same class as I was, has v=been having fits at the same time as being treated for prostate cancer. So many people are having a rough time.
Just had a long phone call from Lily, who seems pretty perky.