and... so it goes...

Last week Danielle took me along the road of cones to the land of potholes. This week, I thought life would be much quieter. I was wrong. On Monday evening Danielle wanted to take me out for a meal. I could hardly refuse. Any change of environment means excitement.- small joys and all that.  She suggested Mii&U. We went there. It was closed. So we popped into Wolverton where most of the eating places there were closed too. It was a Monday after all. Danielle particularly wanted noodles. We ended up in a little Chinese place opposite the church. It was authentic. All the nether ends of animal featured on the menu – not my idea of appetizing but authentic nevertheless! Because everything had soya, I did not eat at all. Danielle had braised beef and noodles with fried egg and sausage. The sausage reminded me of my “rat” incident – nuff said!

Ezra-Mae and Mattaya shared Danielle’s meal. We left the restaurant and the first thing Ezra-Mae did was throw up over the pavement. From finishing her meal to being sick took about five minutes. We laughed but not at Ezra-Mae. The whole evening had been a laugh-out-loud disaster. The girls were still hungry, Danielle couldn’t eat the meat as it had uncertain origins and I had nothing but tap water. Mmmm… not going near there ever!

Tuesday, Sophie came to visit. We went to the pub, sat in the beer garden and soaked up the Spring sunshine while sipping vino. This was a much more congenial trip. Now I am on crutches, I can get around the village – just. Getting to the pub is now a doddle. On my first circuit, I struggled getting up the slope after the Horse Tunnel. Two men on bikes followed me through and offered to give me a piggyback up the hill. How nice! I must have looked like a maiden in distress. Every day little things get easier, although it still surprises me how quickly I tire.

Tuesday night I got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet when I noticed muddy cat paw prints all over the floor of my shower. I was convinced they were not  there when I went to bed. Was the cat still in my house? I spent the rest of the night listening out for noises of cat. This would not have been the first time I have had feline visitors – but never at night before. I never did find the cat and despite this, it still ruined my sleep. Errrr.

G&T chocolate and big glasses of G&T

Wednesday – Anita came to stay – her promise was to clean my house. We did the shopping that I was going to do on Monday until the meal when tits up. No problem. All sorted on that front. I made a generous gin and tonic as I was making dinner. I forgot which bit of the pouring I had got to and poured a double double… After dinner we played chess with one dodgy piece. I had actually dropped the original bit under the coffee table – whoops. I won. In revenge Anita fell over my bad leg! 

Spot the difference

The next day – still standing, we made it to the village coffee morning. On the way home, I struggled once more to climb up the slope from the Horse Tunnel. There were two men nearby both protesting they were older than the other – where can one find a knight in shining armour when I need a piggyback?

I have since been up a small step ladder to weed a bit of my garden that is on top of the bin shed. I now know I can do steps with crutches. This is progress! One step at a time. 

Failed repair job- the lead burnt out on my vacuum cleaner. errrr