View from Malvern . . .
Yesterday started off with me needing to be in Llandod Hospital for an 8 a.m. appt. with the Physio for my foot. I have some exercises to do now to help it - I have to scrunch my toes over as if I am trying to pick up paper for 1 minute a day. That strengthens the little muscles in the big toe. Then I have to stand on tiptoe 10 times. I go back in 3 weeks so she can check on progress.
I managed some long-overdue tidying up in the garden, mainly up on the bank, which was a positive. I went to collect Keith's Nutricrems. He's not mad on them, but he does eat them, as long as I mix some water in so they're not too thick. It has to be water and not milk I use - perish the thought he should actually have EXTRA nutrition. . . I had a walk for half an hour in the Groe, where it is flat. The Physio said to avoid hills at present as that puts more strain on the toe (which is what I already knew anyway).
I baked two cakes - a Banana cake to use up black bananas, and a Lemon Drizzle Cake as we have friends coming to visit on Friday.
Then I had a VERY stressful evening. I had bought an Oximeter, the thing which goes on your finger and measures your Oxygen levels and pulse. Keith was on 93 for the Oxygen, which indicated he should still be on it (he removed it in the night . . .) but the worrying thing was his pulse - normally 60 - 65, was 134! He was in a lot of pain with his neck and I think that must have caused it as when he had a Diazapam, it settled back down to normal levels. That really got me stressed though. Meanwhile, Pippi had sloped off for HOURS and I searched for her all around the triangles of land and the trackway up to the big house next door. I called and called and called and rattled the little bag of Dreamies that they would normally sell their soul for. No Pippi.
There had been the Amazon delivery van here earlier and I became convinced that she had gotten in it (a habit of hers) and ended up jumping out at their next stop, which might be miles away and the other side of a main road/railway line/river . . . You can see the way my mind was working from being stressed over Keith. Then my imagination had her eating rat poison, being stuck up a tree out of earshot, being knocked by a car and crawling away to die. After the last round of searching, I trailed disconsolatedly back to the house, thinking I would never see her again . . . She was sat on the front path, looking at me as if butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. What a RATBAG she is! It was 9 p.m. She has "form" for this having done it last summer, but not for so long.
Anyway, Gabby was here at 10 p.m., having dropped everything and headed over straight away. We watched Poldark and had a couple of glasses of wine - much needed for my nerves. Today Danny is covering for us with Keith, and G and I are going to Berrington Hall, over the Herefordshire border about an hour from us. I can't wait. Keith and I used to love to go to properties like this. I shall buy the booklet about the house so he can see what it's like.