Teresa x
Packed family, plus a few extras, off to friend's garden party including hog roast. I meanwhile, must stay and look after ailing son. Humm... what to do? Ironing pile or writing... I think you can probably guess.
Teresa x
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Been an interesting couple of days. Shopping trip to Brighton went well [ well for us means all necessary purchases were made and I only got tetchy once but quickly brought myself into line remembering it wasn’t the kids' fault that I was wet and miserable with hair resembling Monica’s frizz [Friends, Barbados episode.] Then returned home to major panic to find tent had a hissy in the gales and decided to collapse on the ground, take in water and refuse to stand up again.
So with imminent arrival of son’s mates, the girls and I mustered ourselves to cajole the ancient tent to its former glory. Panic over. All progressing well when said son starts to feel unwell. Ends up in bed with high temperature, headache and lethargy. Normally would be told to man-up for the latter two but the fever persuaded me, along with his positioning beside the toilet in case of imminent vomiting. Love the way the rest of the party just carried on without their host. Husband performed necessary scary monologue for noise to be kept to the minimum after 11pm and darkness descended. Dawn broke, guests emerged from erect tent to breakfast and be on their way. Son spent day lying on the sofa being administered to by siblings,-well, they pushed his legs out the way to sit and watch telly with him, but that’s sisterly love for you. As well as the exterior bedroom door opening yesterday, to allow the elements to soak my duck egg blue carpet to resemble a paddy field without the rice, a pretty eventful time eh? Can't wait to do it all again next week for 15 yr old girls. Teresa x Have just slogged up to the Big Smoke for my annual day trip to the lymphoedema clinic. Since leaving 23 lymph nodes at the hospital 11 years ago [See memoir – Scream Silently] they insist on checking me out.
This consists of marking my legs every 4 cms from heel to groin in black [or sometimes red] marker pen and then measuring their girths. By the time the nurse has finished you could plant me at the side of the river and read the water level off the marks on my legs. But you would be proud of me. I got an A* in my leg maintenance badge- the skin was well moisturized, [important to prevent skin breakdown and infection] no bigger than last year [first sign of elephant leg taking hold] and toes nails painted beautifully [just threw that in for good measure – she didn’t even notice, too busy checking between my toes.] My prize? Two more passion- killer support stockings. Not content with this I awarded myself a M&S salad and good book for the train journey home. Shame I’ve got to wait till next year to do it all again! Suzi meanwhile, is living it up in San Francisco and too drunk to blog today, but will be fit for duty tomorrow- alright for some. Teresa x The weird thing about writing a blog is that it turns you into Julie from the Julie/Julia project. No great culinary delights here for you though. I hate cooking although I can make a mean lemon drizzle,[ my mother's recipe] when pushed. I suppose like all my other endeavours in life I’ll just hang in there, keep my head down and not give up. I am a sucker for a quote though so watch out.
But I do have to ask aka Julie ‘Is there anybody out there reading this?’ Teresa x |
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