It's been an exciting, exhausting, enlightening few days.
Firstly my 'new' table is wonderful. It's Ercol, it's a deep glossy rich brown wood with legs to die for. Bought, NOT from a charity shop but from Les and Garry's emporium. (House clearances etc).
Mr Horsehound and Mr Hairy Suit got it on Sunday while I looked after mum and did the potatoes. Snooker being my tonic. Selby by the way lifted the cup AND the massive cheque. £300,000.
Anyway, as the boys carried the table up the path I knew I'd chosen well...
But I wasn't there so how did I get the perfect one?
Photos of course. From Hairy's mobile to my in-box. I don' have a snazzy phone. AND DON'T NEED ONE EITHER.
Mum has been very ill.
Palliative District Nurse came yesterday. Gave mum the once over and left a prescription which I must collect this morning in order for the next district nurse to do the bizzo.
Poor mum. The indignity of it all. Still, she's opened up to me a lot recently and we've come to many agreements. Mostly that it's not shameful to accept personal care from your daughter.
Which reminds me. I was up at four this morning,...Two men looked through prison bars, one saw mud the other stars...
As I did what needed doing I heard joyous birdsong............
Mum is bed bound now. And when I see her there. All I want to do is sing.
Sing my heart out because our situation has brought us closer together. I've discovered a mum whose tenacity is legendary but to this degree was unknown. And I've discovered a lot about myself and I quite like it.
Tuesday, 6 May 2014
Monday, 5 May 2014
Busy Bee
Up at 4.
Mum in a pickle.
Ok.
And so after much chattering we're waiting for the district nurse (palliative section) to arrive.
I can honestly say I can't keep still. Mum even told me to sit down.
"But you can't" she said sadly "because you're worried"
Can't fault her on that one.
I am a wee bit concerned about what nursie might do or say.
But I know that whatever transpires, mum must feel better.
Last day of the snooker final today.
Selby is being trounced by O'Sullivan but if Selby is the player I think he is, he'll come back........
Mum in a pickle.
Ok.
And so after much chattering we're waiting for the district nurse (palliative section) to arrive.
I can honestly say I can't keep still. Mum even told me to sit down.
"But you can't" she said sadly "because you're worried"
Can't fault her on that one.
I am a wee bit concerned about what nursie might do or say.
But I know that whatever transpires, mum must feel better.
Last day of the snooker final today.
Selby is being trounced by O'Sullivan but if Selby is the player I think he is, he'll come back........
Sunday, 4 May 2014
NOT GOING!
Said mum as I gave her some early morning tea.
Yesterday's pain and discomfort and subsequent eagerness to see a doctor being clearly forgotten.
I wasn't surprised.
What did surprise and shock me though was when she "Don't go, don't leave me" when I said I was going out this morning to get a table for my sewing.
I never thought it would come to this. But it has. And so I'll adapt and accept as all sensible people do.
Mr Horsehound and Mr Hairy Suit took off in search of an old table for me.
And so while I make Sunday lunch...Roast chicken and salad followed by apple and blackberry crumble I'll be able to hear mum's cries/orders/requests via the baby monitor hooked to my belt.
We're looking forward to watching the snooker final this afternoon. I'm supporting Selby, not because he's a fantastic world class player, but because he's gorgeous and makes jokes.
!
Yesterday's pain and discomfort and subsequent eagerness to see a doctor being clearly forgotten.
I wasn't surprised.
What did surprise and shock me though was when she "Don't go, don't leave me" when I said I was going out this morning to get a table for my sewing.
I never thought it would come to this. But it has. And so I'll adapt and accept as all sensible people do.
Mr Horsehound and Mr Hairy Suit took off in search of an old table for me.
And so while I make Sunday lunch...Roast chicken and salad followed by apple and blackberry crumble I'll be able to hear mum's cries/orders/requests via the baby monitor hooked to my belt.
We're looking forward to watching the snooker final this afternoon. I'm supporting Selby, not because he's a fantastic world class player, but because he's gorgeous and makes jokes.
!
Saturday, 3 May 2014
Mum has been very poorly today, so after hours of discussion she's agreed to see a doctor tomorrow.
We'll all ( mum, Mr Horsehound, me and Hairy Suit) be watching the semi-final of the snooker tonight between Neil Robertson and Mark Selby. It's proving to be a real tussle, two of the best players in the world hammering out every frame for the chance to meet O'Sullivan in tomorrow's Final.
As I've been otherwise engaged (helping mum) I haven't made anything for tonight's tea so a Chinese take away has been ordered. Hooray!
Must dash now. Snooker about to start and my tummy is making an awful racket!!!
We'll all ( mum, Mr Horsehound, me and Hairy Suit) be watching the semi-final of the snooker tonight between Neil Robertson and Mark Selby. It's proving to be a real tussle, two of the best players in the world hammering out every frame for the chance to meet O'Sullivan in tomorrow's Final.
As I've been otherwise engaged (helping mum) I haven't made anything for tonight's tea so a Chinese take away has been ordered. Hooray!
Must dash now. Snooker about to start and my tummy is making an awful racket!!!
I Want
A secondhand table for the front room so I can sit at it doing needlework. I envisage...Me at a shiny table, aida in hand or in a frame, cross stitching or blackworking delicate pieces. I bought twenty skeins of thread yesterday in the charity shop for just £2. Unused. All colours. An incredible bargain.
A garden of lavender. Pots everywhere and shrubs.
To go out in the sunshine smiling. Either dawdling or power walking. Depends on footwear.
Lots of 14 point Aida cloth in Ecru. Have been re-stung by the sewing bee.
A sewing box/basket. New would be good, secondhand is fine
A big brown watch. To match my new brown glasses. Hoping they will be ready next week...
A picnic in the back garden. Cheeses, crackers, elderflower cordial, olives, roasted tomatoes, garlic, lemon cake, digestive biscuits, hummus, carrot, red pepper, honey spice cake. Lemon tea.
Tea and toasted buttered buns in cafes. Listening to chitchatting patrons as they drown their sorrows in plates of fried food. Like yesterday. When Hairy and myself earwigged fellow slurpers as they chattered away over their big plates of eggs and beans.
Long walks. The longer the better.
Pots of white flowers either real or artificial in jugs of yellow green or brown.
Open windows.
As you can see from my list I don't want much.
A garden of lavender. Pots everywhere and shrubs.
To go out in the sunshine smiling. Either dawdling or power walking. Depends on footwear.
Lots of 14 point Aida cloth in Ecru. Have been re-stung by the sewing bee.
A sewing box/basket. New would be good, secondhand is fine
A big brown watch. To match my new brown glasses. Hoping they will be ready next week...
A picnic in the back garden. Cheeses, crackers, elderflower cordial, olives, roasted tomatoes, garlic, lemon cake, digestive biscuits, hummus, carrot, red pepper, honey spice cake. Lemon tea.
Tea and toasted buttered buns in cafes. Listening to chitchatting patrons as they drown their sorrows in plates of fried food. Like yesterday. When Hairy and myself earwigged fellow slurpers as they chattered away over their big plates of eggs and beans.
Long walks. The longer the better.
Pots of white flowers either real or artificial in jugs of yellow green or brown.
Open windows.
As you can see from my list I don't want much.
Friday, 2 May 2014
Woken by a scream
At 6:30 I ran into the bathroom and found mum on the floor.
First thought being "has she broken anything?"
No my bottles of scent were ok. Phew!
As I cradled her in my arms I wondered how I was going to lift her. But after a few calming words and yelps of pain I got her to her feet. If anyone was watching, like God or someone, we would have made excellent viewing. Me in my white vest and mum in wet pyjamas.
"Oh God" she said "Help me"
"He's busy" I merrily quipped and we jaywalked to the front room and her bed.
Although we'd planned a massive morning out shopping for rags and bags I don't think my amazingly robust mother will be able to muster any more get-up-and-go. She's running on empty. So a quick trip out to get the papers and soap then back.
We're loving the snooker.
I'm rooting for Mark Selby in today's semi-final.
He's a very funny guy.
And although I like his opponent, Neil Robertson, I'm plumping for the Jester from Leicester.
The other semi-final between O'Sullivan and Hawkins will be, I expect, another victory for Ronnie. I've never warmed to him but as he's playing The Hawk I might break my own rules and stick up for O'Sullivan. Hawkins did the dirty of the Urban Spaceman Dominic Dale by winning. And I was so looking forward to watching a Dom v. Ron match. A mismatch made in heaven.
Loveable Dale did wonders by clawing his way back to 12 12 then Hawkins pipped him on the line. Unforgivable.
Must Dash
First thought being "has she broken anything?"
No my bottles of scent were ok. Phew!
As I cradled her in my arms I wondered how I was going to lift her. But after a few calming words and yelps of pain I got her to her feet. If anyone was watching, like God or someone, we would have made excellent viewing. Me in my white vest and mum in wet pyjamas.
"Oh God" she said "Help me"
"He's busy" I merrily quipped and we jaywalked to the front room and her bed.
Although we'd planned a massive morning out shopping for rags and bags I don't think my amazingly robust mother will be able to muster any more get-up-and-go. She's running on empty. So a quick trip out to get the papers and soap then back.
We're loving the snooker.
I'm rooting for Mark Selby in today's semi-final.
He's a very funny guy.
And although I like his opponent, Neil Robertson, I'm plumping for the Jester from Leicester.
The other semi-final between O'Sullivan and Hawkins will be, I expect, another victory for Ronnie. I've never warmed to him but as he's playing The Hawk I might break my own rules and stick up for O'Sullivan. Hawkins did the dirty of the Urban Spaceman Dominic Dale by winning. And I was so looking forward to watching a Dom v. Ron match. A mismatch made in heaven.
Loveable Dale did wonders by clawing his way back to 12 12 then Hawkins pipped him on the line. Unforgivable.
Must Dash
Thursday, 1 May 2014
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