Today,against all the
odds I managed to have a quiet day at home, I can't believe it,the
boys can't believe it,it really is a huge achievement for me.
To begin with this was
the day of the Conservation Group fĂȘte, a strange biannual event
which has in the past involved me in several weeks hard work ,you may
recall that last April I had the fĂȘte at my house due to the
torrential rain.
I have mentioned my
reasons for disentangling myself from this event and those who
organise it in an earlier blog,what amazes me is that I actually
managed to stick to my resolve and steer clear of the event. My son
would have been furious if I had caved in and to be honest I do see
his point.
I wish them well and
will support them is any other way,but my days of stumbling around a
muddy allotment on crutches are over.
Hardly had the
breakfast dishes been cleared than Pa and I received and invitation
to tea at a neighbours house., a kind gesture which we both
appreciated. Unfortunately Pa was not at all well today,during the
first hour out of bed he managed to spill a mug of coffee over the
carpet and drop a heavy metal ornament on to a plate ,to the
detriment of both: so the idea of letting him lose on some ones best
china tea set gave me the jim-iams.
During the past couple
of days I have been in quite a lot of pain, and the prospect of any
kind of company was anathema to me, just holding my head up is an
effort at such times,and the pain relief which has,thankfully, given
me a little respite makes me dizzy, I get quite high on the stuff. We
declined politely with regret.
I spent the afternoon
doing as my son had instructed, I went to bed,it was such a relief
and I slept for several hours, while my son and his friends played
board games in the kitchen and kept an eye on Pa.
This may not seem to be
a very exciting way of spending a Bank Holiday but for me a few hours
off duty are a rare and special treat. I must take my sons good
advice more often.
I shall call on my kind
neighbour tomorrow,and take him a cake.
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