During the spring/summer (hah!)/autumn I tend to wear one of a choice of fleeces; I have a black one, a bright green one and a pale cream (almost white) one. Which one I wear tends to depend on the weather. I looked out this morning and the sky looked a bit grey but it was dry, so off I went in my cream one (and before dickiebo gets the wrong idea, it was worn on top of my clothes).
By the time I parked the car, the rain started.
I have never managed to master the art of using a stick, carrying a handbag and an umbrella, but as a friend says, I am a drip-dry person.
Last Sunday, when I was shaking the minister's hand at the end of the service, I apologised for my absence and explained that it was due to a rather nasty fall, but that I was all right now.
This morning as I was sat in my pew, someone came to tell me that there were flowers for me and that I should collect them after the service.
They turned out to be a beautiful bunch of roses in assorted colours.
I am just so touched.
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Sunday, 31 August 2008
Tuesday, 19 August 2008
Exercises, Hair, Shopping and so on
This morning I headed off bright and early (or, at least, early) to my physiotherapy exercise class. I was able to do everything (much to my surprise) apart from the walk exercise. I found that every time I put my right foot down, it seemed to jolt my sore rib, which is, incidentally, a lot better.
After that I headed towards big city when the heavens opened. It was really quite scary driving through such driving, heavy rain. I just managed to keep an eye on the rear lights of the car in front and stayed in position behind him.
Don’t know what I would have done if he were going to London…….
I then went to M and S to try and get a sandwich for my lunch, but there were no disabled bays left, so I went on to the hairdresser to get my hair cut. After I came out, the sun was shining so I went to the supermarket to get a bottle or two of Noilly Prat. TBSITW had bought the last bottle on the shelves the last time she was there, but they had restocked.
Back in the car and heading home, the heavens once again opened, but by the time I got home it was more of a drizzle.
I have just finished reading The Princess of Burundi by Kjell Eriksson. Funnily enough, it was quite some time before I bought it as the title sounded rather twee. However, it is anything but twee (the princesses are fish).
I have long been an aficionado of detective novels particularly romans policiers, having started many years ago with Ian Rankin and his detective Rebus. Fairly recently I moved on to European fiction, starting with Italy and Sicily moving on to Spain, then Sweden with Henning Mankell, who led the way for many others from Norway, Sweden, Iceland and Germany (all in translation, of course). Police procedural novels have much in common whichever country they come from, but the different countries and authors bring quite different flavours to their books.
Then a. called to my attention a French author, Fred Vargas, and sent me a copy in French. I was quite surprised how easy I found it to read. Since then I have read all her works which are translated into English, but have now found some in French available through Amazon and my first is winging its way to me even as I write this.
Le Chef has given me a copy of Madame Bovary in French to read, but I feel I need a bit more practice with the language first.
The Princess of Burundi differs from most of the others by not having a prominent hero so much as an ensemble cast; someone likened it to Ed McBain’s 87th Precinct novels.
Do you remember how I wrote on Sunday’s post that I had walked out of M and S in high dudgeon when the assistant denied that the label saying “2 for £5” about flowers which had been £2.99.
Well, today I got 2 bunches just as good from the supermarket – and at only £1.99 each.
Later, I had to go to the surgery for the asthma clinic run by the Nurse Practitioner. I had hoped for some improvement on last year, but at least it is stable, and people with c.o.p.d. usually deteriorate from year to year.
After that I headed towards big city when the heavens opened. It was really quite scary driving through such driving, heavy rain. I just managed to keep an eye on the rear lights of the car in front and stayed in position behind him.
Don’t know what I would have done if he were going to London…….
I then went to M and S to try and get a sandwich for my lunch, but there were no disabled bays left, so I went on to the hairdresser to get my hair cut. After I came out, the sun was shining so I went to the supermarket to get a bottle or two of Noilly Prat. TBSITW had bought the last bottle on the shelves the last time she was there, but they had restocked.
Back in the car and heading home, the heavens once again opened, but by the time I got home it was more of a drizzle.
I have just finished reading The Princess of Burundi by Kjell Eriksson. Funnily enough, it was quite some time before I bought it as the title sounded rather twee. However, it is anything but twee (the princesses are fish).
I have long been an aficionado of detective novels particularly romans policiers, having started many years ago with Ian Rankin and his detective Rebus. Fairly recently I moved on to European fiction, starting with Italy and Sicily moving on to Spain, then Sweden with Henning Mankell, who led the way for many others from Norway, Sweden, Iceland and Germany (all in translation, of course). Police procedural novels have much in common whichever country they come from, but the different countries and authors bring quite different flavours to their books.
Then a. called to my attention a French author, Fred Vargas, and sent me a copy in French. I was quite surprised how easy I found it to read. Since then I have read all her works which are translated into English, but have now found some in French available through Amazon and my first is winging its way to me even as I write this.
Le Chef has given me a copy of Madame Bovary in French to read, but I feel I need a bit more practice with the language first.
The Princess of Burundi differs from most of the others by not having a prominent hero so much as an ensemble cast; someone likened it to Ed McBain’s 87th Precinct novels.
Do you remember how I wrote on Sunday’s post that I had walked out of M and S in high dudgeon when the assistant denied that the label saying “2 for £5” about flowers which had been £2.99.
Well, today I got 2 bunches just as good from the supermarket – and at only £1.99 each.
Later, I had to go to the surgery for the asthma clinic run by the Nurse Practitioner. I had hoped for some improvement on last year, but at least it is stable, and people with c.o.p.d. usually deteriorate from year to year.
Friday, 30 May 2008
The Hairdresser - and a Shopping Opportunity
Set off this morning quite early, so decided to go to the Post Office in the near by small town. For some reason, instead of taking my usual route to leave this town (the lowest one), I took the middle one.
Imagine my surprise when I saw, at the corner of a side road, a small general store and Post Office, so I took the next left and went round in a square to get back to it, and got my parcel posted. Apparently it has been there for almost 2 years!
So off I went with that job done, and on my way the signs on the overhead gantries were warning that an escorted load was ahead and to expect delays. Right enough, traffic was slow, but no sign of the escorted load. What did slow us down was, later on, an outdoor exhibition, with a lot of traffic turning into the car park.
Eventually arrived at shopping mall and went to M&S where I got some nice salad stuff, including pea shoots. Now, I remember frolicking foodie had a recipe for pea shoot soup, so I must look it up. I then had a cup of tea and a cheese scone with butter (a good start to my low fat diet - NOT), then had a look at the clothes. I found black trousers like the ones I wear (and I have lost a pair here - perhaps in the laundry room?), so of course I bought two pairs - because I am always afraid they won't stock them any more.
Then off to the hairdresser where I have a super cut and a colour. Don't tell TBSITW or she will give me a row;-)
Finally off back home with a clear run and in time to join the ladies in the lounge for a cup of tea and to pay the milkman.
The weather today has been mixed, starting off with just a smirr, then moving on to heavy rain, and it is dry now. Even with no sun it has been quite mild.
Imagine my surprise when I saw, at the corner of a side road, a small general store and Post Office, so I took the next left and went round in a square to get back to it, and got my parcel posted. Apparently it has been there for almost 2 years!
So off I went with that job done, and on my way the signs on the overhead gantries were warning that an escorted load was ahead and to expect delays. Right enough, traffic was slow, but no sign of the escorted load. What did slow us down was, later on, an outdoor exhibition, with a lot of traffic turning into the car park.
Eventually arrived at shopping mall and went to M&S where I got some nice salad stuff, including pea shoots. Now, I remember frolicking foodie had a recipe for pea shoot soup, so I must look it up. I then had a cup of tea and a cheese scone with butter (a good start to my low fat diet - NOT), then had a look at the clothes. I found black trousers like the ones I wear (and I have lost a pair here - perhaps in the laundry room?), so of course I bought two pairs - because I am always afraid they won't stock them any more.
Then off to the hairdresser where I have a super cut and a colour. Don't tell TBSITW or she will give me a row;-)
Finally off back home with a clear run and in time to join the ladies in the lounge for a cup of tea and to pay the milkman.
The weather today has been mixed, starting off with just a smirr, then moving on to heavy rain, and it is dry now. Even with no sun it has been quite mild.
Tuesday, 9 October 2007
Let it Rain, Let it Rain, Let it Rain.
Today I had a hairdressing appointment in the near by big town; so off I set early to take advantge of this shopping opportunity. There have been a lot of roadworks and road changes to this route, but it all seems to be sorting itself out now.
Got some groceries, some bleach and visited Marks and Spencer where I got a pair of slippers, nice cosy ones. I rather prefer the ones that are more discrete and could pass (at a glance) for a pair of shoes, but sadly, I can never find a pair to fit.
I also bought some pot pourri, a few Christmas cards, some tomatoes and a couple of seeded rolls.
Oh what an exciting life I lead ;-)
Still at least the hair do looks good.
And for good measure the rain has stopped.
Got some groceries, some bleach and visited Marks and Spencer where I got a pair of slippers, nice cosy ones. I rather prefer the ones that are more discrete and could pass (at a glance) for a pair of shoes, but sadly, I can never find a pair to fit.
I also bought some pot pourri, a few Christmas cards, some tomatoes and a couple of seeded rolls.
Oh what an exciting life I lead ;-)
Still at least the hair do looks good.
And for good measure the rain has stopped.
Sunday, 16 September 2007
"Down Came The Rain...
...It's happening again"
So, of course, I decided to leave my handbag and take my umbrella; I hadn’t yet tried to use an umbrella with my stick, but at least it wasn’t windy…
Got up to the church gates and, oh joy!, found one of the two disabled parking bays free and managed to manoeuvre myself (or rather the car) into it. Of course, my disabled badge was in my handbag, wasn’t it? Oh well, I decided to risk it. So next to get the umbrella up; it was one of these small fold-up ones, and what did I find?
Ah, you’re ahead of me.
It folded up beautifully, and unfolded, but would not stay up.
Fat lot of use that was.
And where was my rain hat? You are right; it was back at the flat.
Well it was quite a walk from the car to the door of the church and the paths were starting to flood, so by the time I got there I was pretty wet and cold. The church heating is not on yet, and even although there was a good turn out in spite of the weather, it did not warm up.
Still, it was a good service, with the minister continuing his series of sermons on the Gospel according to St Matthew, this week chapter 6; about not laying up our treasures on earth but in heaven, He spoke well on the subject, as he always does.
Home now, cold and still a bit wet (but thoughtful).
Time to put the fire on and have a nice Tio Pepe!
So, of course, I decided to leave my handbag and take my umbrella; I hadn’t yet tried to use an umbrella with my stick, but at least it wasn’t windy…
Got up to the church gates and, oh joy!, found one of the two disabled parking bays free and managed to manoeuvre myself (or rather the car) into it. Of course, my disabled badge was in my handbag, wasn’t it? Oh well, I decided to risk it. So next to get the umbrella up; it was one of these small fold-up ones, and what did I find?
Ah, you’re ahead of me.
It folded up beautifully, and unfolded, but would not stay up.
Fat lot of use that was.
And where was my rain hat? You are right; it was back at the flat.
Well it was quite a walk from the car to the door of the church and the paths were starting to flood, so by the time I got there I was pretty wet and cold. The church heating is not on yet, and even although there was a good turn out in spite of the weather, it did not warm up.
Still, it was a good service, with the minister continuing his series of sermons on the Gospel according to St Matthew, this week chapter 6; about not laying up our treasures on earth but in heaven, He spoke well on the subject, as he always does.
Home now, cold and still a bit wet (but thoughtful).
Time to put the fire on and have a nice Tio Pepe!
Friday, 13 July 2007
Drowned Out
Went to visit the younger son and his wife recently (I am known as the dreaded mother in law, with tongue in cheek). Now that was something of an adventure. Flew to Manchester Airport and they came to pick me up then took me to their new home. Long drive through lovely scenery. Great visit and managed to catch up with daughter-in-law's family on a day out at the local children's zoo. One of her brothers is an entertainer and put on a great show for the children. Luckily the sun shone at that point.
However
Down came the rain.
It rained and it rained and it rained and it rained. Oh well you get the idea.
Still we managed out to a Japanese restaurant. My first time. Excellent food, tried all sorts of new experiences, including sake. Told that cold sake is of a better quality, This meal was to celebrate the anniversary of their handfasting - that deserves another post sometime.
Poor son had to go into hospital for a spell of dialysis overnight or so. He had a kidney transplant, so this is a bit worrying.
So, I decided that wonderful daughter-in-law should not have to drive me all the way back to Manchester Airport, and got the train. Of course the train was 45 minutes late due to flooding (fair enough), then it stopped at Manchester Piccadilly instead of going on to the Airport station, so change trains. This is not too easy with a walking stick and a suitcase, but managed. Then got to Manchester Airport and asked if there was a bus to Terminal 3 "No", a taxi "No". Oh dear, what on earth am I going to do? I booked a wheelchair for the airport but not for the station. My hero, or rather 2 heroes said we've got 3 here, we'll take you and take me they did - just as well as I would never have managed it on my own - it's MILES.
So that's that route out for the future. Train next time....
However
Down came the rain.
It rained and it rained and it rained and it rained. Oh well you get the idea.
Still we managed out to a Japanese restaurant. My first time. Excellent food, tried all sorts of new experiences, including sake. Told that cold sake is of a better quality, This meal was to celebrate the anniversary of their handfasting - that deserves another post sometime.
Poor son had to go into hospital for a spell of dialysis overnight or so. He had a kidney transplant, so this is a bit worrying.
So, I decided that wonderful daughter-in-law should not have to drive me all the way back to Manchester Airport, and got the train. Of course the train was 45 minutes late due to flooding (fair enough), then it stopped at Manchester Piccadilly instead of going on to the Airport station, so change trains. This is not too easy with a walking stick and a suitcase, but managed. Then got to Manchester Airport and asked if there was a bus to Terminal 3 "No", a taxi "No". Oh dear, what on earth am I going to do? I booked a wheelchair for the airport but not for the station. My hero, or rather 2 heroes said we've got 3 here, we'll take you and take me they did - just as well as I would never have managed it on my own - it's MILES.
So that's that route out for the future. Train next time....
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