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Feeling better!
Mar. 1st, 2008 09:54 pmWhat a lovely day it was today. I felt much more awake and alert, though, sadly, no physically better.
I decided that we need a nice free-range roast chicken for dinner tomorrow, so we went to the farm shop this morning and got one, along with a pound of very nice looking lambs liver, which I have frozen until we want it. Then we visited my favourite greengrocer. I haven't been there since Christmas, because the weather has been so cold and I haven't felt like standing about in a freezing hut .
When I got there I was shocked to see how ill Justin was looking. He told me that his prostate cancer which first metastetised to his bones, and for which he was having treatment last year, has now gone into his liver, so he's been having some very serious chemotherapy which has knocked him off his feet.
Still, as he said, he's looking at the grass from on top rather than at the roots. He is such a cheerful man!
Afterwards we visited David and Alison, partly because I haven't seen her for ages and partly to see David's new Daimler Dart.
The car is simply beautiful. I've no idea what he paid for it - he bought it on eBay, but it's perfect in every way, except that the hand-brake requires tightening up. It's British Racing Green with a black tonneau cover, lovely leather seats, a zeeby steering wheel and wire wheels. He doesn't have to tax it, because it's a classic vehicle and he's got extraordinarily low insurance on the basis that it's a Cherished Car and won't be taken out in the rain or suchlike. Their cat has been banned from the garage as he like to pick at the cover!
It made me feel a bit blue that I had parted with my own beloved MG B GT, but being realistic, even if I could get into it nowadays, I'd never be able to get out of it again without a hoist!
Alison's garden is starting to come into bloom and looks lovely, in spite of a little storm damage. I always feel so jealous of their garden and the position of their house, hidden away at the end of the lane as it is.
Poor David's back is getting worse again. And after he paid a lot of money because he was in such pain he couldn't bear to wait for an operation on the NHS. I don't know what he's supposed to do now, but if it were me, I should be visiting the consultant and asking why it's become bad again so soon.
He's also in trouble with his teeth, poor thing, and has been quoted over £800 to have the problem fixed. It's something to do with root canals, but ones that are very difficult to fix because the roots aren't straight. He's now asked for a NHS referral to Newcastle dental hospital.
If ever there was a design fault in the human body, it has to be teeth!
Anyway, for various reasons he can't face another foreign holiday at the moment, so in August Alison and her friend Eva are going to South Africa for a garden tour, a few days' safari and something else I can't remember. David will be staying at home, so doubtless I shall be seeing a lot less of John during those three weeks! Or possibly a lot more of David!
We do want to go on a holiday this year but can't agree where to go. I want to go back to Scotland, John wants to go to Ireland and Charles favours Cornwall, so at present we're not doing anything about it, because it's easier than discussing it. In any case, I don't want to make any arrangements till I've seen the cardiologist again and know what if anything he can do for me. Only another three weeks or so! I'm quite scared that he'll say that he still doesn't know what's wrong with me, because I don't know where we go from there.
On the way to see David and Alison we saw poor Ed's shed with its missing roof, or what's left of it, lying in splinters around it. The poor chap still doesn't know whether he's going to be persecuted on account of the accident. I do hope not!
I think I shall have an early night with my new Neil Gaiman, Stardust.
I decided that we need a nice free-range roast chicken for dinner tomorrow, so we went to the farm shop this morning and got one, along with a pound of very nice looking lambs liver, which I have frozen until we want it. Then we visited my favourite greengrocer. I haven't been there since Christmas, because the weather has been so cold and I haven't felt like standing about in a freezing hut .
When I got there I was shocked to see how ill Justin was looking. He told me that his prostate cancer which first metastetised to his bones, and for which he was having treatment last year, has now gone into his liver, so he's been having some very serious chemotherapy which has knocked him off his feet.
Still, as he said, he's looking at the grass from on top rather than at the roots. He is such a cheerful man!
Afterwards we visited David and Alison, partly because I haven't seen her for ages and partly to see David's new Daimler Dart.
The car is simply beautiful. I've no idea what he paid for it - he bought it on eBay, but it's perfect in every way, except that the hand-brake requires tightening up. It's British Racing Green with a black tonneau cover, lovely leather seats, a zeeby steering wheel and wire wheels. He doesn't have to tax it, because it's a classic vehicle and he's got extraordinarily low insurance on the basis that it's a Cherished Car and won't be taken out in the rain or suchlike. Their cat has been banned from the garage as he like to pick at the cover!
It made me feel a bit blue that I had parted with my own beloved MG B GT, but being realistic, even if I could get into it nowadays, I'd never be able to get out of it again without a hoist!
Alison's garden is starting to come into bloom and looks lovely, in spite of a little storm damage. I always feel so jealous of their garden and the position of their house, hidden away at the end of the lane as it is.
Poor David's back is getting worse again. And after he paid a lot of money because he was in such pain he couldn't bear to wait for an operation on the NHS. I don't know what he's supposed to do now, but if it were me, I should be visiting the consultant and asking why it's become bad again so soon.
He's also in trouble with his teeth, poor thing, and has been quoted over £800 to have the problem fixed. It's something to do with root canals, but ones that are very difficult to fix because the roots aren't straight. He's now asked for a NHS referral to Newcastle dental hospital.
If ever there was a design fault in the human body, it has to be teeth!
Anyway, for various reasons he can't face another foreign holiday at the moment, so in August Alison and her friend Eva are going to South Africa for a garden tour, a few days' safari and something else I can't remember. David will be staying at home, so doubtless I shall be seeing a lot less of John during those three weeks! Or possibly a lot more of David!
We do want to go on a holiday this year but can't agree where to go. I want to go back to Scotland, John wants to go to Ireland and Charles favours Cornwall, so at present we're not doing anything about it, because it's easier than discussing it. In any case, I don't want to make any arrangements till I've seen the cardiologist again and know what if anything he can do for me. Only another three weeks or so! I'm quite scared that he'll say that he still doesn't know what's wrong with me, because I don't know where we go from there.
On the way to see David and Alison we saw poor Ed's shed with its missing roof, or what's left of it, lying in splinters around it. The poor chap still doesn't know whether he's going to be persecuted on account of the accident. I do hope not!
I think I shall have an early night with my new Neil Gaiman, Stardust.
