Waking on a Sunday morning has a feeling like no other day,to begin with there is no post and no deliveries from such pests as Fed Ex or UPS which means that I shall not have to bounce out of bed to answer the door. Wonder of wonders ,my son was for once not working tonight nor did he have a game today,a truly rare occurrence and one which I felt disposed to celebrate.
Sunday morning lies in are rear so this morning we all made a lazy start to the day ,I made coffee for all and then took mine own cup back to bed to drink in peace while watching an ancient episode of “Lovejoy” before turning to and making breakfast. Eggs on toast for my son and toast and marmalade for Pa and I,we took our time eating this repast and now that my sons voice is beginning to return we chatted at table more that we have for the past two weeks.
Still in a celebratory mood I roasted a guinea fowl for dinner with fondant potatoes,glazed carrots,baked courgettes,apple sauce stuffing and a rich gravy made with the pan juices and a good dollop of blackberry jelly. Proper Sunday roasts are as rare as hens teeth for us and so today we made the most of the chance, to finish the meal I made a treacle sponge pudding with custard,home made of course.
Bumps acquired while erecting the shed yesterday have turned in to psychedelic bruises some of which are rather painful,my son too is similarly decorated and is currently finding it difficult to sit down. I feel rather guilty about asking him to help with the shed yesterday as he is still not at all well but time was pressing and needs must!
Tuesday morning will see Pa off to hospital and so I spent a little of the afternoon preparing some home cooked goodies for him to take with him, hospital food being what it is. I have spent quite a bit of time at both Charring Cross Hospital and West Middlesex and never have I been served with any item of food that was even remotely edible, they specialise in polystyrene omelettes rubbery pasta, and roasted vegetables which have been reheated by boiling all served with such quantities of iceberg lettuce that even a rabbit would baulk at the prospect.
Consolation comes in the fact that the potions are minuscule,except for the iceberg, Once in desperation I ordered a cheese salad,what arrived was a plate two thirds of which was covered in the ubiquitous lettuce amongst which a thin slice of tomato,two thick slices of cucumber and about an ounce of what was alleged to be grated Cheddar were so well hidden that I almost gave up. This repast was accompanied by a tiny sachet containing a teaspoon full of salad cream “wretched stuff” a round of soggy white bread and a pat of butter so small that I rejoiced in having had the foresight to bring my spectacles with me.
Experiences such as these had led us to making our own arrangements when we are incarcerated in either of these establishments. While in hospital Pa will feast upon high energy snacks such as home made roasted nuts, Oatmeal cookies and almond slices on the first day .Subsequently sandwiches made with home baked bread decent cheese such as Stilton of a good strong cheddar, flasks of home made soup and other such delicacies will be take in each day. Five days of hospital food would seriously debilitate some one as thin and as unwell as Pa so we shall take no chances.
Dinner was smashing, just having Sunday roast together was such a treat so it was a happy meal for us all. Next week my son is on holiday still and to be frank were that not the case there is no way that he would be going to work, by this evening he was feeling very tired and his voice was again croaky. Anti-biotic,s have helped but I think that his GP was right when he said that quite possibly a further course would be necessary to complete the treatment.
Twiggy my cat ,now replete with a goodly portion of left over Guinea fowl sits washing her whiskers while admiring herself in my mirror,soon she will settle down for the night and I when having done the equivalent by taking a bath will do the same. Night night.
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