Last Friday I met up with Janet and we had a soggy wet walk around the campus. The weather was mild but my boots leaked and my coat also wasn’t waterproof. Jan and Steve are flying to Nice for a long weekend and it turns out that we are flying out from Heathrow on the same day. Anyway, the flight times are quite close together and so we are going to share a taxi. We will be able to wave each other off as we head for our different departure gates.
After I’d dried out from my walk back at home, Phil & I decided to go to the cinema to see ‘The Man That Stares at Goats’. We went to The Odeon rather the Cineworld and once again, we were the only 2 people in the cinema. The film was Phil’s choice but I didn’t mind because I am rather fond of George Clooney. However the film was disappointing. Some good moments, the movie started well but lost its way in the middle and the ending was a bit weird and definitely disappointing.
It didn’t just rain on Saturday but it poured the whole day long (and night); the wind and rain made things in the garden rock ‘n’ roll. As anxious as I am about the big trip, I am thankful that I won’t have to suffer the perils of the English winter weather for very much longer. Harriet picked up her dad and took him to the Saxon Clinic for his hip operation on Saturday. By the sounds of it, I don’t think he’d told anyone he was having the operation and doesn’t sound like he was very prepared for surgery. I have to say I felt a bit sorry for Harriet; she was obviously worried and has had to take 4 days off work to look after her dad. Not sure she is the best person to help him on his way to recovery but I’m sure she’ll do her best. I think she will miss us when we’re away and the added worry about her dad can’t help.
Anyway, she went back to the hospital after lunch and her dad was finished in theatre and was back in his private room. Harriet isn’t very good with the sight of blood and the shock of seeing Chris with an oxygen mask and hooked up to drips, morphine and a catheter upset her. She was very pale when she came back to our house after the visit.
Unfortunately, poor Phil woke up with a raging sore throat on Sunday morning and looked like shit. I fetched him some Lemsip and really he should have gone straight back to bed but it wasn’t an option. He’d promised to go to see his mum and dad for one last time before we fly away and had arranged to pick up Georgina along the way. I had a pottering day on Sunday, a bit of shopping, noodles for lunch, a trip to Tesco for supplies and when I got back I packed the back-packs. We’re so used to packing light from our trips to Goa that my back-pack is so light it may arouse suspicion. That said, I haven’t put my toiletries in yet so that should add some considerable weight. Phil had a nice day in Melton and was full up with the usual lovely lunch which Phil’s mum cooked. But he was done in when he came home and happy to just collapse on the sofa and watch telly. Thankfully he felt better on Monday morning and it seems that he was just having an ‘off colour’ day and hasn’t come down with my bug. The highlight of Sunday night was watching the first episode of “I’m a Celebrity Get me out of Here”. What a shame we will miss the rest of the series whilst we are away.
Reluctantly I took myself off to the doctors surgery on Monday morning, I hate going to the doctors with a passion. Doctor Chandola took my blood pressure 4 times and told me that my heart palpitations are the cause of stress. She wanted to monitor me to see if we could get my BP down without resorting to pills but when I told her I was off to Oz on Friday, she said that I was ok to fly but there wasn’t anything she could do for me. I jokingly said that I could chill out and relax in Oz and then come back and see her for a BP check in March. She looked at me sternly and said that I couldn’t leave that long and would need to get it checked while I’m away. This is a bummer but I shall be sensible and see someone once I feel chilled enough. As soon as I walked through the front door Phil said that Harriet had called to say that her toilet was leaking once again. I made Phil phone Shaun the plumber and Shaun said he’d call when he could make it. I made Shepherds pie for lunch, did some cleaning and waited for the call from Shaun so I could go the OB flat and let him in. The call never came and I can only hope he can fit us in today. No wonder I’m stressed, if it’s not one thing, it’s another. This tired toad really does need a break!
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