Thursday, 17 November 2016
Just waiting for news . . .
An appropriate photo for this brief post. The bay pony having 40 winks is how I feel I would like to be now. Worrying about Tricia, and being on steroids AND having a cold resulted in NO sleep last night. I was feeling drowsy around 2.30, blew my nose and got the mother of earaches and painful neuralgia right down the right hand side of my head. I had to get up and take some painkillers, and then I sat and watched tv and had a cup of tea, waiting for the pain to ease a little. I watched a very good programme about the Bohemians by Victoria Coren Mitchell - the 2nd of 3 - and she covered the Bloomsbury Set, Edward Carpenter (the original hippy, and who invented sandals but wearing them with huge hairy socks was NOT a good look), the Bright Young Things, dastardly Augustus John who thought it was fun to live in a gypsy caravan with his entourage of wife, mistresses and their naked most of the time children and who reckoned he has sired 99 bastard children, and so on to Eric Gill, who broke every rule going when it came to who (and what) to have sex with . . .
Sadly, I heard this morning that Trish has taken a turn for the worse again and is struggling with a chest infection and her lung cancer worsening now she is off the chemo. It is just a matter of time and so I am having to brace myself for the phone call - it could be a few days or just a few hours.
The photo above is one of the beautiful ones I took when I was staying with her last month. It seems so long ago now. A Beech tree with Gout!!