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The 4th of July.

The blanket is finished! It needs a bit of ironing because the edges are slightly puckered but I am very pleased with it.

I was on my own again today, as I wished. Family went to visit some sort of castle which is really not my vibe. I did the last bits of tidying up of the blanket, then for the rest of the day, I sat and read The Rabbit Hunter. It is another excellent piece of work by Lars Kepler, except for the excessive amount of focus on Saga’s black leather bodysuit and the gratuitous sex scene that had no bearing on the story whatsoever.

I feel slightly better today. We went out for dinner. I met a nice cat.

The 5th of July.

Another day, another book read.

I was woken up by men doing things with scaffolding exceptionally loudly at 8am. Thankfully that won’t be a problem tomorrow because I’ll be up before they arrive.

Not really sure where the morning went; I watched Victoria Derbyshire, got dressed, and started reading Stuart’s book, Don’t Be A Dick, Pete. Considering I’m going to visit the Wilder-Heritages next week, I thought I should have read it.

So this afternoon, the family went on a long walk to Thorpeness, and I stayed here and read. I was very happy with my decision because I was visited by another nice kitty! A different one to yesterday; this one was black with some grey hairs. I opened the door and he enjoyed lots of stroking, then he came in to have a look around (I had already closed the doors to anywhere else) and we had a lovely time. It was nice to pet a kitty who actually appreciated it.

Home tomorrow. Then liposuction day. I’m trying to quash the idea that it might not work.

The 2nd of July.

I don’t know what it is. I just don’t feel like I am in holiday mode. I’m kind of exhausted and not eating in the regular way and definitely not drinking enough because the water here tastes disgusting and I am reduced to drinking squash like a child. So I feel generally shit but am trying not to inflict it upon the rest of the family. I just don’t want to do anything or go anywhere.

Today, after much effort, we went to Southwold. We had planned to go this morning so we could have lunch at a nice café we’d read about, but the car battery had died. Had to call the RAC who sold us a new battery and we got there about three o’clock this afternoon. I got an iced coffee from the aforementioned café, then we pootled along down the seafront, down the pier and back again. Saw countless good dogs, got battered by the wind and saw some faintly disturbing artwork.

In good news, I have joined all my hexagons! Now I have to do the border, then tidy up all my ends.

The 3rd of July.

Yep so my brain has got on the depression train. No appetite, no motivation to do anything, go anywhere. Going to have to go through the motions until it lifts.

Family understand. They made sure I had food and enough to drink, then left to go and see what Sutton Hoo was like. That’s fine – it’s what I wanted. All I want is to sit and work on my blanket, listen to tennis. Just pass the days until we leave on Friday. I want to be in my cocoon until then. 

The 30th of June.

I hate writing about holidays because usually so much of it is “We did this. We did that.” And it is not interesting to read.

I didn’t have a good sleep because the floors of upstairs are really creaky and loud, so if someone moved, I heard it. The plumbing is also really noisy, as are all the birds. Plus, the bed is not super comfortable.

This morning, we had a trip to Leiston to go to a wool shop, because I forgot to bring the wool I need to assemble the blanket. I did some Googling and that was the nearest place. They actually had exactly what I wanted, then I ended up having quite a long chat with the shop owner because she was on oxygen and she had a compressor which is something I haven’t tried but will probably need in future.

Then we went to Snape for lunch, and ate in this café situated in a large homeware shop. Three of us had the fish platter, and Daddy had a vegetarian breakfast. The fish was lovely and there was plenty of it, but the bread was dry. In the shop, there were loads of expensive mugs I wanted to buy but didn’t (£21? Fuck off) and nice furniture, but all I purchased was some coffee.

Back in Aldeburgh, I got some disappointing gelato, saw a lot of good dogs, then came home to start putting the blanket together.

The 1st of July.

Fuck, my back hurts so much this evening. Maybe it’s my fault for sitting and crocheting all day. Or the sofa’s fault for being unsupportive. Today is my first day of what should be an effective dose of CBD capsules so maybe soon I will feel some difference. I really fucking hope so.

I had a better sleep now I have earplugs, so that’s been a plus for today. To be honest, I’ve only moved from my crocheting spot to eat lunch and go to the ice cream shop. A different one to yesterday, and much better. I will go there again. I’ll also try coffee from there because all the coffee I’ve tried so far has been poor.

That’s it! I’m being industrious because I want to get this blanket done, then I don’t have to worry about it. I want to get it done while we’re here because I don’t think I’ll be up to it after my lipo.

The 28th of June.

This is not going to be an interesting entry, I will warn you now.

I woke up at quarter to six for reasons beyond me and couldn’t fight my way back to sleep. I ended up getting up about half seven. Ugh.

I’ve had a fat lot of nothing to do today, really. I made some mini hexagons so I could practise joining them and work out the best way, and the same with bordering. I have a plan now, although putting it into action might be a challenge.

After lunch, I gave The Spire a call because they sent me an appointment for the group and save on the 5th, but we won’t be here then, so I got it rebooked for the 6th at 1.30. We’ll be leaving the house very early on Friday morning. Then I spoke to the pharmacy and they don’t know anything about my antibiotics so I’ve chased that up too.

Then, Sarah came to pick up Dolly. She remembered the carrier and did not want to get in it. Sarah tried to scruff her at one point and got serious scratches for it. Eventually, she kind of trapped her, and back to the cattery they went.

Since then, I’ve had a video of her purring and being stroked so she’s obviously got over it pretty quickly.

The 29th of June.

Driving. Honestly, there is nothing else to say. This morning we packed all the stuff, then Mommy and Daddy went to get the car. They packed the car, then we drove for hours until we got to Aldeburgh. My back fucking kills.

The 15th of May.

I feel better today. I didn’t have a nap, but I had a rest, and I don’t know if it helped, but I am not exhausted this evening.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, and got back to work on my jumper. I have just been doing the rounds of the body which is very mundane. I have to make sure I don’t have a lapse in concentration though, or there’ll be a hole in the body that I can’t fix.

After lunch, I had a phone call from Sheila. It was because she’d done some online PetPlan training and at the end, she hadn’t got a certificate. Honestly, I don’t know why she phoned me, what did expected me to do or say…it was a handy reminder that I needed to do it though, because we’re supposed to complete it by tomorrow.

Shaki arrived at about quarter to five with Dolly and her three kittens Dusty, Dot and Daphne. She had to pretty much drop and dash, so I know who’s who and that’s it. The kittens are seven weeks old, very cute, and friendly enough – I have been able to pet them. Dolly went from her carrier to under the chair and hasn’t emerged since. I will befriend her.

The 16th of May.

I think I want a holiday. Part of me wants to go into hospital for a couple of weeks, but not be ill. Just spend two weeks in my pyjamas, listening to the radio, crocheting. I don’t know why I feel like that’s particularlu different from my normal life but it is. Maybe it’s the isolation. I want to be on my own for a bit.

Today I haven’t done much, even of the crochet. Been trying to bond with the kittens and mum, sitting in the back room, watching Scandal. Dolly has yet to venture out from under the chair in my presence. We know she’s been out because she’s pooed and we’re pretty sure she’s eaten, but only when no one is around. The kittens have bounced around, especially Daphne and Dusty. Dot hides a bit more, but she eventually comes out. I’m trying to pet them as much as possible, teaching them to like it.

They’ve also met Becky who came round to de-stress from SATs week. It seems there is so much pressure on everyone – when I was eleven, we did them, but they were marked in school because Hallfield is independent. Plus we’d been doing exams since Year 3 so it wasn’t something we were unprepared for. I’m just glad I’m not a child now. Everything is fucked. 

 

The 6th of June. 

Today has been pretty lame, ranked in terms of holiday fun time. The weather was not terrible, so it was felt we should go out. I was woken up by a child playing basketball outside my window which was not ideal, but I refrained from putting a passive-aggressive note through the door of the owners of said basketball hoop. If it happens again tomorrow, I will be less accommodating.

Daddy and Christine wanted to go to a castle, which did not sound appealing, so they dropped Mommy and I off in Torquay so we could do a bit of shopping while they looked at the ruins. We spent about an hour and a half in a nice coffee shop, having a tasty lunch and beverages. I had a mozzarella, tomato and pesto bagel with a carrot and orange juice, although I took the tomatoes out. Don’t want those. Then I had a coffee and we shared some vegan chocolate banana bread which was excellent, but it was demolished before I had a chance to take a photo. We were thinking about going, but then an old man sat down and started talking to us, starting with the premise of the election but he actually ended up telling us about how he is having to move because his landlady’s husband is a weed addict and he wants to start a singing group in which they sing old French songs in a Black Country accent because he thinks it would be fun. All this while eating two croissants with butter and jam. He was a curious fellow. We did have to leave as we had a jigsaw to buy, so we went in search of that. It turns out Torquay is quite shit in terms of shopping. We tried several places, and finally found one in WHSmith, where I also found a Father’s Day card. Not got Daddy a birthday card yet but nevermind.

My eyes started being problematic, and we had nowhere else left to go, so we started trawling places in desperation, waiting to be picked up. We even went round Wilko’s, where they were selling my facewipes for more expensive than in Superdrug, shockingly.

I was very happy to see the car arrive so I could shelter from all the bright light. Honestly, if it gets even vaguely sunny, I am essentially blind. Really hoping it is kind of dull on Thursday when we go to Michael Caines’ restaurant.

Back at the house, I made my contribution to the jigsaw by finding all the bits of the two windows in the picture. That was enough for my back, so I then returned to the sofa where I have been curled up ever since.

The 7th of June. 

One day out in the wheelchair/car and I am fucked for the next one. Been hobbling all day. Nevermind the fact that Mommy fried some meat last night and I obviously can’t cope with being in the vicinity of that either because my sats are only just getting back to normal. People are only allowed to bake, roast, boil or steam things near me, thank you.

I was not woken by basketball today, thankfully. Instead, it has been a very quiet day – Daddy and Christine went to the tiny zoo this morning, while Mommy and I stayed in. She cross-stitched, I crocheted! Actually was able to focus on it. I had to unravel the doily I had been working on, because I can’t remember what size hook I was using, but I’ve started a new one and I’ve made a note of the hook, so if I have to stop again, I won’t have the same problem.

When Christine and Daddy got back, we ate lunch while watching today’s Pretty Little Liars (FINALLY things actually progressed) and I had a very tasty crab sandwich from one of the nearby coffee shops. I was then left alone while everyone went shopping to buy dinner, so I watched an episode of Scream and before I knew it, they were back again! Time for iZombie. (Yes it seems on holiday I behave exactly as I do in hospital.)

It is the last day of election campaigning. Tomorrow, the people vote. Obviously, I have already sent off my postal vote. Part of me is hopeful. The other part is terrified. I am so afraid of what I might wake up to on Friday morning.

The 2nd of June. 

Such a long day of driving. We got up, packed the car and set off to pick up Taid from New Street. Unfortunately, the assistance people at Llandudno forgot about him so they didn’t put him on his train, and they had to put him on the next one. That meant he had to change at Shrewsbury, not Crewe, and he got to us forty minutes later than he should have. Not very impressive.

Once we’d got him in the car, we then drove to the excellent service station in Gloucester, the one where they have a farm shop. We had some food, then I went to wander round the farm shop. I got a cinnamon swirl from the Richard Bertinet bakery, and two chocolate brownies – one classic chocolate for me, and one salted peanut brittle for Christine.

Back in the car! I spent my whole journey listening to the Do You Like Scary Podcasts? podcast about Scream (the tv series), trying to catch up to where I’ve watched. I had to stop when we got near Taid’s hotel, because then I had to start looking at Google maps to work out where we needed to go. It was very stressful because poor signal meant I couldn’t accurately see where we were, so we made a couple of wrong turns and it took a bit longer than it should have. Still, we got there in the end! Then we had to pick up Christine from the station here and get to the Tesco in Newton Abbot by 6 to pick up our order from the click and collect. We got there with two minutes to spare! Phew.

Then all we had to do was get to the house. Thankfully, that did not take very long, just the roads at the end were a bit narrow and windy. Great fun in a people carrier. Now we have had fish and chips for dinner, as is traditional, and will be doing our best to get a good sleep before tomorrow’s wedding festivities!

The 3rd of June. 

I highly recommend being ill directly before a wedding. Everyone is so much more delighted to see you! Well done me for attending.

I had a pretty reasonable sleep, only woken by the bright morning light about 5 but I was able to ignore it. I got up and dressed into my wedding outfit straight away – it’s hard enough to get dressed once, I’m not going to put one set of clothes on to get changed a few hours later. I had some breakfast and Mommy went get me a coffee (thankfully there is a shop that sells a decent flat white nearby), then I had to put make up on for the first time in about a month. Thankfully, it was not too uncomfortable for my eyes, although they were not loving it. So many eye drops.

We arrived at the church about half an hour early and it was entertaining trying to get the wheelchair in. The hardest bit was the gravel outside – the wheels did not cope well. I had to be pushed for a while. Actually inside the church, it was fine, I just drove it down the aisle and parked it, then sat in a pew with Mommy and Christine, and Daddy sat behind.

The ceremony was very traditional, and it involved the Eucharist in which I obviously did not partake. We sung some songs, including a curious rendition of One More Step Along The Way I Go – the organist didn’t seem to know the rhythm, so the end of every verse was unknown territory. When we came out, a guard of honour had been created with oars (John’s family row, Maddie’s sail) so we all waited for them to come out so they could be covered in confetti (which blended into my hair very well), then we all got in our cars to go to Exeter Castle for the reception.

There was much milling about at this point, the way people do at weddings while waiting for the food to start. I decided against having any Pimms, I thought it would be wise to stick with one type of alcohol if I was going to drink. Just wine for me. We had a brief rain shower, and the Red Arrows did a fly past (not for us but a nice surprise all the same), then it was time to go and eat! It was past 3 o’clock by this point, so we were all quite hungry. Christine and I were on a table with two of John’s cousins, a family friend of Maddie’s, another friend of Maddie’s, and three of John’s friends from medical school/university. It was a good group! There were two short speeches before we ate, from Maddie’s stepdad and her mum, then it was time for deep-fried camembert. So good, but so viscous. I felt like my mouth was stuck together, but for delicious reasons so who cares? The main course was brought out on boards – chicken with stuffing, plus bowls of vegetables, so we had to serve ourselves. Our method involved getting someone to stab you a bit of chicken, and the vegetables got passed around. The parsnips were excellent. The dessert was wedding cake, and very good it was too. Then John did his speech and it was very sweet – I nearly did a cry, but managed to hold them in. Giles, the best man’s speech followed, which was very funny, although not long enough (we had a sweepstake running on our table and my guess was way off).

After that, we all congregated outside for more photos before the evening festivities. There was a room for dancing, the bar, and a chill out room, plus an outside terrace. I started out in the dancing room, although purely as an observer – I can barely walk, so dancing is very much out of the question. There was a big old Ceilidh which was very entertaining but looked knackering, then John and Maddie had their first dance. Once other people started joining in, I went outside and sat in the remaining sun with Sophie and we mainly talked about cats and babies until it got cold, and I went back inside to find the dancing room empty and most people in the bar. I found a chair at the side and texted Mommy to find out how much longer we were going to stay because I was pooped. Thankfully, they agreed that it was time we ought to head off, particularly as we had to take Taid back to his hotel, so I said my goodbyes to the happy couple and went back to the car for some oxygen. We made the right choice, because by the time we got back to the house, I was ready to sleep. Well, eat some toast, then have sleep.