Channelling Keith and proud of myself

 Keith would have been so proud of me.  Watching him fettle furniture - chairs especially - down the years had me trained up to do the same.  I set off by gluing the loose joints into the crinoline stretcher on a lovely old splat-back Windsor chair which has been lurking in the kitchen a year or so now. Getting the sash clamps in place was a job you needed 3 hands for, especially as they had to go on the bobbin turning, but Danny helped and it's now tightly glued again. It will get a good polish today. 

The pieces of towelling rag are to stop the wood becoming bruised from being in the clamps.
 

Then I got Danny to carry out the rocking chair into the yard. This was originally a  very low and worn down mid-Victorian splat-back Windsor which we bought many years ago and had always been in the bedroom for Keith to put his clothes on at night.  When we moved here, we got the master carpenter who fitted our kitchen and did repairs on the sash windows for us, to make rockers for it.  Then it moved to the living room and got regular use, but the unstained rockers needed sorting out.  About 3 weeks ago I asked Keith how I could stain them and he spelt out that I should put some wire wool in some white spirit for a week or so, and that would give a dark stain.  Right enough, it did.  I was amazed how effective it was, an once Bri-waxed it has toned down brilliantly to the same colour as the legs.  I shall bottle the remainder to use on other jobs.

Before . . .

After. It will take a while to acquire a better patina, but a good start.  Now it needs to find a new home.  

I have 7 chairs to sell, probably privately as they take up a separate trip to take them to Builth Antiques Fair to sell, but think of the room I'll have! Money for bills too.  3 of them are Smoker's Bows (aka Captain's Chairs) which Keith always loved but you can't tuck them under the table and for that reason I will replace them with old ash and elm kitchen chairs with good seats and turning. (RUTA - I will put up photos of these as I think you were looking for one).  One has a cane seat so I have prevailed upon my good friends Pam & Dunc to recane it for me. The Georgian oak settle will also have to go, as none of the children will have room for it, and it's not a treasured family piece. That's worth a fair bit so will swell funds, as will the huge 1750 Georgian oak coffer in the Library, which needs to go too.  The money would help my New Zealand fund - I'm hoping to go and visit my best friend from school days, Rosie. (L. Lin, you're in the same category but much closer to home!!) That really would be a holiday of a lifetime to look forward to.

Finally, the old Edwardian "penny" chair, thus called because of the round seat. This was a bit of a labour of love to rub down and polish up, as some twit in the dim and distant past had sploshed sticky black stain on it and it had run down legs and across stretchers.  I used Meths and fine wire wool to do the rubbing down, and was grateful that the D. Nurses had left a whole box of disposable rubber gloves behind.  Just the thing for this messy job.

When it came out of the stables, it was very dull and not at all attractive.

But after . . .

Elbow grease an Bri-wax . . .  What a pretty little chair, with lovely turning.  This should fit in the car to go to Builth.

What else did I achieve?  Lots of Rosie-cuddles and entertaining (she is easily bored!) I made two big Apple Gingerbread cakes first thing to use up the stewed apple I had loitering in the fridge.  New resolution - NO chucking out of anything in fridge - I have had 6 mths of that with Keith going off or not being able to eat so many things.  Just have carrots to use up so will probably make carrot cake, or freeze them.  Not really soup weather at the moment . . .

I took Danny to and from Newbridge-on-Wye to get his car warning light fixed.  I charged Keith's mobility scooter.  I got Danny to put the spare tv up in the attic.  I went through the 4 drawer sewing bits stack and put a pile of things into a box for car boot/fair which has all sorts of sewing charts, books etc in from last year. I also picked up my new specs as I broke the frame (2nd time with this design of glasses) so had to have a new frame again.  I did read some of my book, but not very long and not outside as it was far too hot.  I had half a can of lager whilst we were watching a film, and was in bed at 8.20 p.m.  Shattered.  Then I woke at 2 . . .

Today Danny is going to take me to the Three Cocks pub for a lunchtime drink.  It's a beautiful and very old building and Keith and I always wanted to see the inside, but it was never open when we passed.  As it's almost opposite the garden centre I will go and get the bag of compost which I need.  Some Miracle Gro compost to give a helping hand to the tiniest Hollyhock seedlings ever . . . they germinated and then hardly grew.  I obviously bought some CRAP compost in the spring. I shall just potter and rest today, so don't worry, I will tweak the work/rest balance.

You'll laugh - both daughters were texting one another and Gabby said, can't we give mum some Calpol to calm her down, like she used to do to us before we drove up to Manchester when we were little?!!!  I'll settle for wine I think :)

My List of Fings to Do

1.    Charge Keith's mobility scooter, and then advertise it for sale.

2.    Advertise the ramps, and both wheelchairs.

3.    Put half used bag of cement in plastic to go to Tip next time (taken damp in and unusable).

4.    Put on my Big Girls' Pants and venture into the attic.  All bar one of the suitcases need to go to the Charity shop.  That's just the start . . . it needs much less up there!

5.    Take the rocking chair outside and stain the new rockers that Keith had our carpenter put on for him.  Keith advised me on how to put the clamps on its turned bits when I had to glue it recently (loose joints) and also how to make the stain by putting wire wool in a tub of white spirit. 

6.     Get the Penny chair out of the stables, rub down and Briwax.

7.     Glue all the loose joints on two Windsor chairs.

8.     Give yourself a date with clearing the undergrowth on the bank, daily.

9.     Back to those cobbles again too . . .

10.    Inform friends etc about landline going and give mobile number.

11.    List some of Keith Militaria books to help cash flow.

12.    Find paint used so I can touch up the kitchen walls.

13.     Consider doing a Car Boot Sale on Sunday.  There are several sundry boxes of Pre-Covid stock which need clearing.

14.     Plant anything which has been sitting around for weeks waiting to go in the ground when I have decided where . . .

15.     Wipe and then Briwax kitchen table.

16.      Get Danny or Jon to move the spare tv up into the attic and use the front bedroom as my sewing room again.

17.      Harden heart and go through sewing bits in the stack of drawers - so much stuff I will never use. I need to give someone else the chance.

18.     Get our friend with a shop in Hay to value and sell some militaria for us (already agreed, just need to get him out here).

19.     Tidy up in Library - I may be gone some time.

20.      Sit outside in sunshine with a good book.  Currently reading Thicways and Athirt - A Countryman's Diary by Norman Goodland.  I remember him well - he was a good Hampshire countryman from just outside of mum's home town of Romsey.  The book is very comforting and he had a way with prose.

Right, that's enough to be going on with . . .

Being organized

 I was hoping that I would have a meeting with the Registrar today, but they couldn't fit me in until Thursday, so I can't make the necessary phone calls etc until I have copies of the Death Certificate.  The funeral date is sorted though, so that is a positive.

I have been sorting through all Keith's medications, and medications generally in the house (surprising how out of date many were), and have taken two big bagfuls of Keith's meds down to Boots, along with the box for Sharps.  A gentile bag of my castoffs have gone to the pink bin for the Salvation Army and I have more DVDs etc to go next time I'm in town.  I took my specs in to have replacement frames (I leaned on them again) and then forgot to go and pick them up again.  Will do so tomorrow.  

I've taken Tracy's advice and carefully listed all the calls I've made, outcomes etc so I don't get in a panic when I can't find one of my normal back-of-an-envelope scribbles.

I've gone through the food cupboards and put all Danny & Emma's food in a big bag, so I have more room and can see exactly what I have.  I have rescued a mouse and let it go where hopefully Pippi won't think to look.

I've had a chat with the new neighbours and prevailed upon them to bring me up some of the wonderfully rotted muck heap (horse) that they had delivered yesterday. I shall go out later with the shears and start reclaiming the fruit patch which is completely hidden in undergrowth of the grassy weedy sort.

 Elan Valley again - Tam, Jon, Rosie and I went there Friday as I needed to get out of the house.

I have cancelled Sky and bought a Freeview aerial which I hope Danny will fit for me tonight as I haven't a clue where it goes - back of tv doesn't seem to match the picture they give of where to plug it.  I have cancelled my Homes and Antiques magazine and asked that someone buys me a 6 mth subscription to Landscape magazine for Christmas. I have cancelled my Ancestry and Audible subscriptions too.  I will ask for a 3mth subscription to Findmypast for Christmas to keep me occupied during the winter months.

Now I really need to iron, cut out and stencil the top and bottom strips of the border for the Cotton Thistle Baltimore quilt . . .  That should keep me busy in the evenings as I hand-quilt them.

Once again thank you for your kind and helpful and supportive words, and Danette, it was good to talk to you today and sorry I was inconsolable at times.  Mostly I can hold it together (breathing control) but then get overwhelmed, which is natural of course.  I can cope without Keith - indeed I HAVE to - but oh how I wish I could talk to him again, have a big hug and one of his lovely grins.

Digging deep

 

Here is our favourite photo of Keith, taken in 2000 when we were up in Scarborough on holiday.  He was 60 here, but still handsome.  I took half a dozen photos of the original, and cleaned the lens but can't get rid of that shadow at the top. Somehow I have to carry on without him, a day at a time.  I just want to talk to him, to tell him how much I love him and how much he is missed.

Tam and I haven't been coping very well.  We had questions about the end of life care regarding the drivers for the morphine, and how aware Keith would have been in those last few days.  I won't go into details but we were both in a very bad place in our heads. Rachel came out and was wonderful and said that Keith's body was already shutting down - that's why he didn't want to eat, struggled to drink and how hearing is the last sense to go so he would have been aware of us talking to him right to the end.  

I was downstairs at 5 a.m. yesterday, and began to bake to take my mind off everything.  I made some bran flour by putting porridge oats in the blender (saves spending silly money in the Health Food Shop to buy it ready ground), got it to dough stage in the bread maker and baked a lovely crusty loaf in the oven.  Then I went through the fridge to use up opened packets of cold meats and made a big Chicken and Ham pie for our evening meal, then got started on a new and very frugal recipe from Waitrose for Cheese Pastry Bean Parcels.   One can of Taco beans (and a small chopped onion) made 6.  I made two lots of cheese pastry using Cheddar cheese rather than the soft cheese that the Waitrose recipe used, and made little cheesy nibbles out of the remaining pastry.  Two got eaten at lunchtime (I am still struggling to eat) and the others have gone in the freezer.  I have stewed apples in the fridge which I will turn into Apple Gingerbread cakes today. One to eat, one to freeze.

Gabby is with me today.  Danny is down with E&I another day and comes home tomorrow night but he will soon be down there permanently.  Shadow cat has now gone (thank God).   Tam and Rosie will return tomorrow - they had to go home last night for clean baby and Tam clothes etc.  They don't want me to be alone just yet, bless them.

I'm going to go to the Tip with Gabby later.  Jon put the old freezer in the back of the car for me and we will be able to hoik it out between us.  Now I need to gird my loins and go into the stables and start clearing the stalls.  Keith kept all his useful bits of wood there - we have a challenge, but I will see if our new neighbour Ed can use any in doing up his cottage.  Keith would like that.  I daren't even think about his workshop and contents - goodness lad, if only you had put labels on your tins of nails, tacks, screws etc instead of telling me, oh it's on my workbench, 3rd tin down on the right!  He knew where everything was.  I will have to have a sort out and do a couple of car boot sales.

My new bus pass arrived yesterday, which was quick, so I can now travel free all across Wales.  Mind you, the further trips I'd love to do would take so long that they would be impossible there and back in a day but I can go to visit Gabby in Cardiff and Tam in Aberystwyth and that will be nice.

I am gradually working my way through the list I made of who I have to notify, what I have to cancel, etc.  The Funeral Director was here yesterday, and from the lovely Florist in the town, we have ordered one family wreath for Keith in nice bright colours, which he loved. 

I need to go and see a few friends of ours on the Militaria side to see if they will sell some of Keith's stock on my behalf.  I have the 2 day Antiques Fair on the showground down in town next month, so will see some of them there.  I've passed the word around other Antiques friends so that they know of Keith's death.  He was much loved and will be greatly missed.

Thank you all for your kind comments and thoughts.  I am sorry I cannot reply to them except in a group thankyou for the group hug.

That final goodbye

 Keith is no longer suffering.  He passed away peacefully yesterday after being put on end of life care on Tuesday.  We tried to make his final days full of all the things he loved, and although the morphine made him very drowsy, talked about our happy family memories, and included him in the conversation.  There was laughter and tears, and his favourite films and music. Thank God he is free of the constrictions of a body which prevented him from doing all he loved.  The children were here with me and have been an absolute pillar of strength.

We will take his ashes to Scarborough, scene of many happy holidays for him as a child, and later with his own family.  It seems the perfect place.  We will have a Fish and Chip supper there, in his memory - that was truly his favourite meal - and celebrate his life, but that will be sometime in the future when we have moved on from the maelstrom of emotions that threaten to overwhelm us right now.

I will try and answer you comments, but if I do not, know that they are appreciated.

Taking a little break

 The situation here isn't very good.  I will be back when I can. 

A bat in my SOCK!

 Well, the Universe has obviously decided to have some fun with me, so after Splat the Bat, today we had the Bat in the Sock.  These were socks I wore for half an hour yesterday before I found out how hot it was already outside, so took them off and - yes - left on the carpet.  Rather than have a totally clean pair on today, I thought I'd use these. However, the 2nd sock had a bat inside it and I nearly put my foot in the sock and on the bat.  Normally I don't panic when bats are around (unlike Tamzin), but I will confess that I DID shriek! and flung the sock across the room. The bat then landed on my dressing gown, and in opening the window to shake it out, Shadow hurtled into the room, obviously intending to take advantage and the bat dropped onto the radiator and I only just got it out with my hanky before it became a Bat at Bedtime tonight.

Keith's a bit brighter today, but still not eating much.  The D. Nurses came out and showed me how to put the sliding sheets on the bed so I can get him up the bed when I'm here alone.  I had put the top sheet up the wrong way when I tried, as the only instructions showed a picture of one sheet going lengthways and the other across it . . .

Tam and Rosie here, so I will away.  The photo was taken in the beautiful walled garden and orchards at Berrington Hall.  

Berrington Hall - a great day out. Part I

 Words will be few.  I feel a bit in limbo at the moment - waiting for Keith to wake up.  I had a phone call from the D. Nurse to say that the bed locally had gone to a patient leaving Hereford.  No beds at the other local hospitals either so he is here for the moment.  

It's very hot here today and so I am doing washing to get it outside and dried quickly.  I've just stripped and remade my bed.  I've had a good tidy up this morning, finding little bits of I's belongings, kitchen apparel etc from D&E (their caravan arrives today).  I've also finally shrink bagged E's blankets which had been a big heap in the Library for the last  6 mths.  

Anyway, here are some photos of the house.  It was lovely and felt like a family home rather than a grand pile like Chatsworth.

This was the most stupendous dress, some 5 feet wide - you would definitely have to go through doorways with a sideways sidle!  How amazing that it turned up in auction?

The first floor gallieried landing, with bedrooms off, and lit by this beautiful glass dome, which had recently been totally restored, and would you believe all the glass panels are straight, not curving, and held in place by greenhouse clips!

A view across the parkland.  This was a lovely light room - perfect for sitting and sewing in. Lancelot "Capability" Brown was responsible for the landscaping.

A room off the dressing room, which had hand-sewn accoutrements in it.  These designs on the walls were stomachers, the central panel of a court dress.  All designed and sewn by ladies locally.

I think this was my favourite.

Lovely examples of smocking and feather stitching on the final completed one.

Pettitcoat to go under that 5 ft wide dress!  The dress I was wearing had panels of pre-machine-embroidered sashing/ribbon down it.  The Duvet one (should have taken a photo) was one of the Dorma designs, back in the day.  Cream with pink florals prigging.

Too hot to garden though perhaps I should just dead head a couple of roses . . .  I hate this waiting, and am worried about Keith of course.

Dressing up at Berrington Hall - and UPDATE

 Just the one photo to go on with (I took dozens).  They had a dressing up room, and Gabs and I had the greatest fun dressing up.  I had to promise NOT to show the ones of her, especially the one where she has a wig on . . .  but here am I.  One dress (I had to smile) had clearly been made from a Country Diary of an Edwardian Lady duvet cover or two!

Unfortunately Keith not at his best and has been sleeping nearly all day.  In touch with D. Nurses . . .  Turns out he had been awake nearly all last night.

UPDATE:  Keith is booked to go to the Community Hospital tomorrow, so not far to go and visit.  They need to get to grips with his throat being blocked with mucous etc., antibiotics, and feeding.  I am really struggling with the feeding problem as I am too scared he will choke if he has a proper meal pureed.  As it is, he is struggling with even thick yoghurt and it is blocking his drinking too.  

Whilst I was waiting for the phone call I did ALL the ironing as when I am worried like that, I like to keep busy, so now all the big king size duvet covers are neatly pressed and ready to go away in the coffer in my bedroom.  Danny has gone off for a long weekend away (up to London for E's birthday present - a stage show), taking lots of belongings with them as the caravan is being delivered tomorrow.  I shall be glad to wave goodbye to Shadow in the next week . . .

Here's another - lovely to my mind - photo taken at Berrington Hall today.  Just fledged House Martins on the carved frieze above the front of the house.

P.S.  WHY is it that whenever I have a nice day out, I come back to find I have to gird my loins and deal with a BIG problem.  Every time1

Pippi is a ratbag - official!

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. 

Well - THAT didn't go to plan

 

A photo to cheer me up.

Well, Keith is still here.  We waited and waited for an ambulance yesterday.  They phoned from the surgery to say it would be between 3 and 7.  I hoped not the latter.  The ambulance service phoned several hours later and said they were really really busy and people were being picked up on a priorities listing.  Sounds like K was towards the bottom.  They suggested I phoned 999 if I was worried about him.  Well at 7.30ish I did, as his throat sounded thicker again and his breathing faster.  After an hour two lovely lasses turned up (one had been a responder back in November, when Keith had choked badly for the first time).

They checked him over and found that his oxygen sats were OK and said he could come off the oxygen whilst they were there, and they checked it (ok) every 10 mins.  Whilst there was some crackling in his chest, it wasn't suggesting a developing infection, and said he could be treated adequately with the full course of antibiotics at home.  They said, why is he down to go to SHREWSBURY?  Well, that was news to me.  They then had to hang around for two hours waiting for ShropDoc to phone them back, as they couldn't change the destination without recourse to K's notes.  I began to have conspiracy theories - he was being sent there to give me respite and it was so far away I wouldn't be tempted to visit.  Or else, it was the only bed available.  Either way, it was not going to happen as Keith (and I) refused point blank.  The paramedics said that a two hour journey on a stretcher over bumpy roads wasn't going to help his bed sores either and he would end up with more.  It just wasn't in his best interests.  ShropDoc finally phoned back so they were able to progress everything to its conclusion.  I was extremely relieved Keith was staying here.  He was asleep at this stage anyway, as it was quite an exhausting evening, not helped by the appearance of two more bats, which livened up the progress of one medic down the stairs!

So, have written a note to the Dr and sent down the Medics' report and she will be making up a prescription for him this afternoon.  She hadn't asked for Shrewsbury apparently, so don't know where that came from.

Thank you for all your kind comments.  I will try and answer them later.  Needless to say I'm a bit tired and am not getting much done today, although I have bought two Christmas presents.  I shot into Llandod first thing as yesterday, when food shopping, I had seen a beautifully crocheted (hexagons) blanket in many differing colours, with a fringe, in The Bracken Trust charity shop and I knew who would LOVE it.  I just needed to be there as the door opened.  It's now home with me.  I also got Jon a big bar of Toblerone, which he loves, as that was on offer in Tescopolis.  I also fancied a casserole so bought reduced beef and have a tasty Goulash in the slow cooker.  That will do a couple of days.  I will have it with broccoli and cauliflower.

Trying to get nutrition down Keith to Fool (dble cream in that), and some Skyr yoghurt.  I got some baby food too (casserole purees) so will try him with those and see if he likes them.

Yeesh.  Just shows the Universe is still pulling them there strings . . .

Then it got worse - and update

Well, the weekend then got even worse and to cut a long story short - no more solids for Keith (not even rice pudding) and the ambulance crew found out he had a temperature and starting a chest infection, and he needed oxygen.  He has refused to go into hospital so is on oxygen at home, and Amoxillin, but the GP will have to write a prescription for stronger anti-biotics today.  I don't know where this will be going, if I am honest.  I really struggled over the weekend. I just felt bludgeoned.

Somehow I forced myself to clean the bottom oven of the cooker, and make some simple biscuits (heart shaped) as a thank you to my next door neighbour for changing the water filter for me.  That was the last push for normality yesterday morning.

I forced myself out for the slowest walk, just half a mile or so up to the barn and back.  I looked at roses that needed dead-heading.  I pulled out some grass from the cobbles.  I rescued a big slow worm that Pippi had found, and was trying to escape her beneath the hosepipe.  I was too late for the beautiful dragonfly I found dieing on the kitchen floor. That made me so sad.

A friend had noticed the ambulance in the vicinity and asked if it came here.  She offered to help in any way, bless her.  I am equally grateful for my friends down in the town, who I chat to daily.  One cared for her husband so knows what it's like.

Keith, bless him, doesn't realize the state I'm in - he just spelt out I was trying too hard . . . Well, not really, just carrying out the care he needs daily - pills at regular intervals, ear drops, eye drops, Atropine drops, all at specific times.  Just getting him higher up the bed without Danny here is such a struggle as the slidy sheet is quite something to tussle with.  Getting him in and out of bed single-handed is a challenge. Obviously, we can't get him into Respite with a chest infection.  

Thanks to everyone for your kind comments.  I'm not really up to replying right now.  I just have to keep on keeping on. 

UPDATE:  GP been out and persuaded Keith that we have reached the limit with what we can do for him at home, and that in order to have the feeding PEG he has to have the chest infection sorted.  An ambulance will come for him later.  I feel like the worst wife in the world because I was with her on insisting this happened, but I can imagine how he feels as he really didn't want to go back in.  Now I have the 100 mile trip to Hereford and back daily, but at least I can rest afterwards.

Drained

 Sorry, I have had two days that have just drained me totally and utterly.  I will spare you the details but I never want a repeat of them.  I now just how that bat felt after splatting against the wall.  I am just totally mentally exhausted.  Like when you are so ill with flu and if someone put £1,000,000 on the other side of the room and said, there you are - you wouldn't have the energy to go and get it.

D away with E&I since yesterday teatime. Tam coming for moral support.  D. Nurse due today.  

Alfie and L. Whale now happy to come and go in the house again now that "I" is no longer here.  She was a bit too shrill for them.

Lesser Willowherb growing from a branch . . .

A bat in the bed . . .

 Yup,  Just what you DO NOT need at bedtime!  First of all it was flying round the room - I think it must have come down the attic stairs and crawled beneath the door.  This is normally an August occurrence though. I put the light out, opened the sash window, and waited for it to stop panicking and locate the window.  Some hopes!  I sat there (having rapidly donned my dressing gown) hearing it touch the ceiling in various parts of the room.  Then splat - and I heard silence.  It had splatted the wall very near me . . .  Main light on, lift up pillow next to me, and there was a stunned looking bat on the bottom pillow.  I went and shook it out of the window but as you can imagine, I had to check the entire bed then in case any others were lurking beneath the edges of the duvet . . .  I've asked Danny to block the gap at the bottom of the attic door.  It's clear that the Universe is bored with mere medical challenges (a couple more of those this week too), and is ringing the changes.  I am expecting a slow worm in the scullery tomorrow . . .

I had a phone call yesterday morning.  It was our new neighbour.  He was about to climb up onto the roof and wanted to know I was in just in case anything happened.  Now, he regularly has mates staying with him, but he decides to go up on the roof when he is alone!  I remarked that this was just a little short-sighted!  Anyway, he went up safely, and later patched the cracks in the concrete capstone with some more cement.  I took a photo of him but will spare his blushes and show you the rear view...

Keith's new mattress was delivered yesterday.  This was recommended by the GP to the D. Nurses.  Whilst it is an air mattress still, it's a lot less rigid than the last one, and where the Toto tilted up and over each way, this sinks.  He moaned like heck for the first half an hour, and THEN we got the thumbs up!  Phew.

Yesterday was a phone call day.  Also a running around with prescriptions day.  Of the 4 items on his prescription, only one could be supplied, two are on order (in this afternoon) and one no longer made so I had to phone the surgery again to get the product changed. Keith now has eye drops for an infection and needs dry eye drops too. He also has Atropine on order to dry up his saliva.  Plus he is struggling with food now and so he is to have protein drinks and desserts.  

My gardener was here yesterday so I have a tidy lawn again (though I couldn't get out there quickly enough to tell him not to cut down the Fox and Cubs in the lawn.  I got him to leave the bit at the front, so that is like a wild flower meadow now.  So pretty.  

Final photos showed that the new fabric pens (which iron off) offer pink which shows up on the fabric border and makes following the stencil SO much easier!  However, I screwed up by blindly going over the cable where I should have NOT done so, and probably have to rip out and start over.  This is what comes of sewing in the evening when my brain is tired.

Thank you all for your kind comments, and I will try to get round to answering them.  I'm about to go out for a flattish walk and give my foot a good talking to along the way.

Bombshell

Paul's Himalayan Musk through the trees on our border.  It's gone over now for another year.

 Well, when D,E & I came back from their weekend away, E was still staying in their room and not coming out.  It turns out she has depression.  She tried her hardest to start her business off here, but without the referrals from the Chiropractor, and her ongoing clients, and competition from other massage therapists in the town, it just didn't happen.  They need her income for saving for a house.  Whilst they love it here - and E really wanted to stay in the area forever, very few cheap houses come on the market for first time buyers.  They discussed things over the weekend and decided that the only option was to move to Swansea, where she could get plenty of customers, and her ones from Carmarthen would travel there too, plus lots of cheap housing stock.  They plan to relocate to a rented house by September and the start of the school year for "I".  Danny always wanted to return to Swansea when they lived in Carmarthen.  Yesterday he took E&I to her mother's.

As you can imagine this was such a total shock to the system, and the immediate worry of HOW do I care for Keith on my own?  Until the carers are in place, Danny will be here 4 days a week, working from home, but spend a long weekend with E&I.  I have informed the D. Nurses of this situation and Gabby will be speaking to the Social Worker today (she wasn't in the office yesterday). Tam will come over at weekends, but this will be difficult when Jon needs the car.  Gabby works most Saturdays.

Some of you may bethinking, time to go to a Care Home or the Hospice, but I promised him he would stay at home and die here.  I will be true to my word, however impossible it becomes for me.  Let's hope the Cavalry (Carers) arrive soon.

Some positives this week:

My new clothes arrived.

The coloured fabric marker pens arrived and work a treat - I could SEE where I had to sew and have been working on the border in the evenings (hand quilting a double cable pattern).

Emma gave me a lovely little book of Welsh baking.  Will work my way through that.

Just about over my cold now (apart from a tickly cough).  I had to take to the sofa yesterday though as I had scarcely slept the night before.  I had Alfie on my feet and Pippi on my middle.

I am glad that Shadow-cat will be moving out - he has been a right royal PITA.

A little break

 I need to have a little break as a situation has arisen here which means All Change and right now, I don't know how I can cope with it.  All I can say is, there's an old saying, "Your daughter's your daughter for all of your life, your son is your son till he takes him a wife."  This scenario is going to be difficult to get through as it impacts totally on Keith's care.

St Meilig's Church, Llowes

 

I have three churches to write up.  This is the middle of the 3 I've visited.  If I had a pound for every time we've driven past it down the years, I'd get a decent holiday!  This is St Meilig's Church, at Llowes (not far from Clyro and Hay-on-Wye).  Of course, it's position means that it has links with the Rev. Francis Kilvert - see photos at the bottom.

HERE is an excellent link to the history of the church, and St Meilig too.

Common Mallow growing over a grave.

Stunning hinges on the door into the Church.

A choice of two fonts - the one below was found in a nearby garden, used for flowers!  It is said to be Early English or Norman.  The one above is Victorian, dating from the restoration of the church mid-19th Century.

Sorry this isn't very legible.

This is what I really came to see and it didn't disappoint. The Llowes Cross. Info about it is on the link HERE 2, which is the same link as that higher up the page.

Looking towards Hay Bluff and the Black Mountains.

Meadow Cranesbill.

Sorry, this was meant to be a more in-depth post about the church and the wonderful cross.  I am on my own here and have really struggled with Keith today.  I'll spare you the details but he nearly fell when I was getting him back into bed.   I have another 3 weekends on my own, and am just not strong enough to manhandle him (nor should I be doing so), and I have had to ask the girls if they can help and Tam said she'd be over.  I'd be ok if we had the Carers in place, so Gabby is going to chase those up.  It's a case of waiting for a care agency to pick up the work and could be a couple of months or more.  I am feeling very down in the dumps now and of course, have got none of Gabby's quilt sewn.