Change of plans

Yesterday turned into a very different sort of day from the one I’d expected.

 

I was determined that the first thing I was going to do was write a blog continuing the theme of the wind of the day before.

 

On Monday the Fox went off to get some fish for dinner. The people who own the shop have their own boat & sell what they catch, especially the delicious sweet brown, Morecambe Bay shrimps, most of which they pot in their secret recipe butter. The previous night the owner had been woken by a friend in the middle of the night with the news that the wind was blowing fiercely, his boat had worked loose of its moorings & looked like it may smash against the rocky foreshore at any time. Needless to say, he’d had to hastily dress & go to the rescue.

 

My disruption was the arrival of our gardener. I was just adjusting to that when a couple of friends rang to say they were intending to come round for a bit in the afternoon. We hastily got tables & chairs out. It was a lovely hour or so sat outside in the warmth with friends, we’ve not had chance to see properly for months – a real pleasure.

 

I had been going to have another try at supermarket shopping with the Fox, but by the time our friends had left I was ready for a nap & that was it.

 

So today, as it is another mild day, another couple of friends are coming over. They’ve never seen our back garden. We’ve talked a lot about it so I hope it isn’t too much of a disappointment. But I’m sure it will be lovely to see another couple of friends again who we’ve not properly seen since lockdown last year. Lovely.

 

Wind of disappointment

I was just in the midst of getting dressed when I heard a thump, followed by the roll of wheels & finally the sound of something falling over & hitting the ground with a thud. All this spells a windy day.

 

Needless to say the first thing I did was investigate what had been happening. The shed door had blown open hitting a green bin. With such an impetus behind it, the empty bin continued its journey into the walled garden blown along as it went until finally it was blown over.

 

Like many people in this country, I was looking forward to the fact that as of today, we are allowed to see up to 6 people but only from one other household, in the garden, maintaining social distancing of course. I was intending to unlock the gate to the garden so if some friends came round I could send them round to the garden. Now I listen to the wind blowing & various things rattling, as well as the odd bit of rain slashing on the window. I can’t imagine any of us wanting to sit for a chat in the garden in this weather. Not helped by the fact that the wind has a very wintry cold edge. What a disappointment! Let’s hope the weather improves as the days go on.

 

The idea of just seeing our friends again, a few at a time, has such appeal.

 

The big challenge

I tackled one of the biggest challenges of all this morning – i.e. a shower. Fortunately I recently had some new knee braces delivered. They come in long cardboards boxes which are then placed in large rectangular plastic bags. I am now using one of the bags, across my chest & dressings & taping it in place in order to keep the dressings dry. Now that I’ve gained a boob tube I’m not bothering trying to wash my back because I do not see how I can keep all that netting down my back dry. I seem to have managed reasonably well. I did think at one point I felt a cold dribble of water rolling down my front but I could find no wet patch so hopefully all is well.

 

Later today I’m off to see the district nurse to have my dressings changed which is why I thought this was a good day to try for a shower. I was beginning to feel a bit pongy otherwise despite the charcoal dressing.  Any damp dressings won’t be on for long but I can’t actually feel any dampness.

 

Still the whole process has tired me out. I’m ready to join the Fox in bed for a bit of a nap before we go off to the surgery & the district nurse.