So, for now, he is regrouping his energies, taking his Nan's dogs for long walks, eating better than he has in a year and studying while he waits to be able to start his new job.
I had a fancy-pants night out at the theatre last week, to see The Play What I Wrote at Malvern. It was very funny but, oh dear, I’m guessing no one under the age of 40 would even know who Morecombe and Wise were, let alone get half the jokes. It did make me feel very old, even while I was laughing. And it was just lovely to be out with a friend, grabbing an early dinner and generally behaving like I was a Person of Culture.
Last Wednesday I was in Gloucester for an exhibition and a client meeting. Which was a success. I could hear my bank balance shouting hooray all the way over there.
College is has been interesting with bits about soil testing and taking all forms of cuttings: leaf, root, hard wood, soft wood. I think a lot of my dissatisfaction with it last year was down to my own physical limitations. At my own plot, I can take my time over digging and the heavy stuff. At college, you have an hour to double dig, so you have to crack on regardless. Of course, I could have told them but, frankly, didn't want to.
Speaking of physicality, I had my long-awaited MRI scan on my foot in January and then the consultant appointment yesterday. At which, as soon as I sat down, he pulled up the images and all but yelled "fucking hell, you have the foot of an 80 year old!" He didn't swear, obviously, but you can bet I did. Having that sort of thing said without any preamble is most definitely NOT a Good Thing and there was a certain amount of shock.
Next up will be a course of steroid injections and, when I reach the limit of how many you're allowed, an op to fuse the bones. It is what it is and there is, apparently (I asked), nothing I can do to make it better now. I think this will take some processing.
In other news, I've been sowing seeds in my lunch breaks, which is an entirely civilised way of having a lunch hour, and storing them in our dinky new greenhouse. Or I was until the storms of last week nearly lifted the greenhouse off it's feet to see how it would fly. It felt a bit like that moment in the Wizard of Oz where Dorothy is clinging desperately to the house as it's whirled away. Luckily, N emerged from his office in time to hear my shout, so came to the rescue. We wrestled the cover into the shed and left the frame to fend for itself, which it did.
Unfortunately, the wind also rattled the shelves with such ferocity that the seed trays fell off. Result: a big yup of compost and mixed seeds on the floor. God only knows what will end up being planted and where.
And that's the full extent of our storm damage; we really have escaped lightly. Up at the allotment this morning, all that was changed was the water butt - now lying on it's side - and a branch from the elderly elder was down. It was a mighty relief.
As was the sight of a brand new, crinkly rhubarb leaf in all it's glorious pink-green colour combination. There were green buds appearing on things, new raspberry and wineberry shoots, birdsong to gladden the heart and a little bit of sunshine to cheer everything on. All's not lost.
Sorry about your foot, I hope it's not as bad as they are making out - I do find doctors tend to go for the worst case scenario. Hurray for the successful client meeting and the Kid being home and safe. I want to start sowing things too, it is that time of year. I've had the fallen seed tray disaster as well, hopefully everything will come up anyway, even if its all in different pots. CJ xxReplyDelete
I fear it is, judging from the scans, but have cheered up since realising this now means I can legitimately never be asked to run a marathon, climb a mountain or take up ballet. Every cloud and all that!Delete
It is indeed sowing season, and it feels good to be getting a head start this year. Hope Bertie is doing okay. Txx
I am so sorry to hear about your foot, its sounds incredibly painful and very disappointing for you.ReplyDelete
I am wondering what you did with your resulting pile of soil and seeds after the storms? Have you kept it all to play an interesting game of guess the seedling? I haven't even look through my seeds to decide what I need to buy for this year, I would not be sowing anything for another month anyway, it is far too cold here to be considering that yet.
Thank you. I think it was more the shock of the diagnosis- I'd already made changes to manage the condition, so I'll keep on with those.Delete
I kept it all! Swept the mess up and decanted it back into seed trays. We could end up with sweet peas amongst the cabbages but I'd been planning a looser planting arrangement this year anyway!