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Further Progress Reports.

Monday started dry. I set the fridge to defrost while I got on with some washing, breaking off at 3.00 am for breakfast. In case anyone really cares it was Weetabix today. I know the hill is going to be closed from 18th to 20th but don’t know what time it’s starting or whether the bus will have a new route ( of course it will you idiot since it can’t get through). No notice on the bus website of any diversion. Anyway, I decided to go for an earlier bus and then if it didn’t come, I had time to walk down to the Coast Road to get my usual one. So at 7.00 am I went to the bus stop ready for the 7.15 bus. It came. When I got on I said to the driver that I was unsure if he’d be coming that way and he asked why. When I explained about the closure of the hill he knew nothing of it. Luckily they hadn’t closed it yet so we got through. I arrived in Chester at 8.35 am in time to walk with my grandson to school and meet his headmaster and his teacher. He looked really smart and seemed confident and happy to be joining his friends there.                                             Yvonne and I with Amelie had a mooch round Chester starting with a coffee and the opportunity of a wee for me which a bus journey always increases the need for. After the morning we tried to get me on the 11.45 am bus from town but he pulled in to discharge his passengers at a different stop and then quickly drove off studiously ignoring Yvonne who was practically in the road waving her arms. To say she was pi**ed of is putting it mildly. We walked to the railway station which is their terminus in order to catch the next bus at 12.15 pm. That went OK. When I reached town, my road had been closed and so the bus had to take an alternate route to drop me off. I had a stiff uphill walk to get home and was struggling to open the front door and get to the loo before I had an embarrassing accident. I made it- just!                                                                                             I mopped the kitchen floor from the water that had missed the bowl during defrosting then for speed’s sake had my favourite bing meal, Chips in Curry Sauce. I spent the rest of the day catching up on emails, such joy.

Farm 1

Well, my hopes of playing Scrooge with my money were dashed on Tuesday morning when my screen went dark again after breakfast. At least this time there was no hassle  having to unplug everything and then re-plug in order to find the guilty party. I unplugged the fridge from it’s new socket and then took the ladders outside to flick the switch in the fuse box. Everything was OK again and I could get back to finishing the email I was writing. I was so glad my system had saved it to drafts folder when it went down as this was a long message. After finishing my first batch of emails, in no mood for comparisons and surfing I went straight to Argos. There I found a fridge with an extra shelf rather than an ice box. It’s ‘A’ rated and £99. It says it can be delivered within 5 days. Good, but when I complete the purchase and it takes me to the delivery info pages I find the day for deliver option is 7 days or 8 days away. I opted for 7 days and the day wasn’t broken down into a choice of times, it was anywhere between 8.00 am and 8.00 pm. So, it’ll be here next Tuesday. I must get the old fridge outside before then for collection. The rest of the day was mainly emails and visits to the lounge to have one sided conversations with either the budgie or the dog.

Farm 12

Wednesday and Thursday passed in a blur of choking when I found my milk had turned solid yet my butters were tubs of liquid. So that’s Weetabix and toast off the menu. I was devastated when I heard that a friend had passed away on Gibraltar a few weeks ago yet I was only now finding out. I send my deepest regrets to her husband “The Welshman”. At least Thursday was broken by a visit from my old friend Lis . My Mrs. Mop came and did her two hours while I worked then I went to watch Escape to the Country and nodded off. Mike arrived at 4.30 am and told me how hurt he was (sob) that I’d sent him an email on Tuesday saying I’d bought a fridge before he did anything daft. I’d done this because he kept saying he wanted to buy me one. His bitterness lasted the 30 seconds it took me to pour his coffee. We watched some TV together but I left him at 9.00 pm so I could come through and catch up.

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Friday morning seems to have started clear. I’m having a MuJo visit  again today which is great but unusual because it’s usually every other week. I did my drugs for the week but had to write a request list as I couldn’t find my repeat prescription request from the last delivery. I had breakfast, some toast and jam. I’d bought milk and butter yesterday and this butter was getting very soft even though I was keeping it in a cool dark space. The milk I have standing in a tub of cold water. It’s just like the days of my grandma though I really need a slab of marble to stand the milk and butter on. I found a piece of marble lookalike work surface doesn’t do the job. Mike was stuck in a traffic jam in Manchester so his normal hour journey doubled. He was back at 6.30 pm.  I was able to put a coffee in his hand and bring him back to what passes for normality with him. We traded insults until 9.00 pm when I left to work.

Saturday morning I was up at 2.40 am and putting my dressing gown on, I headed off to pass water. I needed to pass it to get to the kitchen. My breakfast was a bit disappointing, the milk was better able to be spread than my butter so cereal and my coffee were off the menu. Worse still, so was Mike’s when he got up. I had not very nice toast spread with not great butter and a little jam. I think my cleaner must have heard I have digestive problems or something as she set the toaster to charcoal. I went back to my room and had a consolation drink of Pepsi Max. I worked on emails and saw 5.30 am come and go but the next thing I know, Mike’s shaking me gently by the arm and it’s 6.20 am. Oops, he’d found out about the milk himself. I quickly dressed and started on the rubbish and the recycling and had it all out in time for Mike being ready to go shopping. We were home again by about 2.00 pm and after putting the shopping away I was able to start on the mail I’d missed during the morning, 136 in total. It kept me out of his hair while he checked how his team were doing. I joined him at 5.30 am and we did tea about 6.30 pm none of which mattered except the rhubarb pie and custard. At 9.00 pm I departed as usual to work on my mail before having a read in bed.

Have a wonderful new week filled with happiness and hugs. Share as much love as you can with your fellow man ( and woman-I’m not sexist), smiles and Hugs can go a very long way with those starved of them.

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The Progress Report.

This progress report is nothing more than an excuse to post a few pictures and try and wriggle my way out of trouble where possible. Round about my Plas Teg post I explained the cellulitis and what was happening to my right foot and the lower leg between knee and ankle. Well, that first week I was visiting the surgery to undergo one of my regular reviews and it was to be done by a new Sister. (Nursing not familial). She decided after seeing my foot that I needed to see the doctor and somehow she managed to slot me in after this appointment was due to end. Accordingly I found myself sitting in the corridor waiting for the doctor to finish with her last patient. I saw another patient going in and  realised she was running late. I took the chance and did a runner, though I did get the reception to cancel my appointment. The next morning the doctor got in touch with my boss (Yvonne) and a third batch of antibiotics was on it’s way to me.

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This last  week it was coincidental that the antibiotics finished and that I was due for another review for a different complaint. This time it was with my favourite Sister. I was fairly sure I’d be in and out in no time and that I could count on her especially as it was a day my own doctor wasn’t in. Anyway, review done she asked to have a look at my feet even though I said things were improving. She took a look at my leg also at which point she excused herself and darted off to have a word with someone. That someone turned out to be another doctor whom I didn’t know and who wanted to see me. Drat. I didn’t get chance to do a runner this time even though the situation was stressful. I hate afternoon appointments as there are always more people about. I hate leaving the house at all. She saw me quite quickly and offered her opinion which matched the Sister’s, then gave her instructions as to what was to happen at which point I was doing a lot of nodding and edging towards the door. I got out and got home. One thing she suggested was getting the foot dressed. I was due for blood tests last Friday morning so Yvonne arranged for me to attend the dressings clinic. Mike came over on Thursday night and took me to both appointments on Friday so once my foot had been dressed I was able to go home quite quickly.

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Three weeks after turning 4 he’s off to school. At least I had 8 months after my birthday before I went (1955) and I’ll bet I wasn’t this calm.                                                                       So, it’s been quite eventful. My right leg is still very swollen but I think this last lot of concentrated antibiotics have turned the foot round (no, I’m not walking backwards to Christmas). Another week and we’ll see if the cracking to the skin has gone. Maybe if I still have fat leg in a few weeks I’ll rethink things so that it doesn’t interfere with the Christmas shopping. ( stop that crying now, it’s only 11 weeks away I’m told, that’s not a lot).

This morning (Sunday) we’d hoped to get to a car boot sale and the forecast had been good. The reality was different. Mike’s prayers must have come true when his alarm went off and I went through to tell him to turn it off  and go back to sleep. He never needs telling twice. About half an hour later I was working on emails when the who system went down. I knew it wasn’t a power cut as my lights were still on. Checking the house it was clear the ring main which controls the plug sockets was down. I tried rebooting the trip switch in the fuse box to no avail but the noise from the alarm system hiccuping was disturbing Mike so he got up. We spent most of the morning pulling every plug out and putting them in one by one until we came to one that caused the system to go down again. By the time it had given three different answers we were tearing our hair out and gasping for breath after climbing under beds and over bookcases etc. Eventually we had an electrician. It took until 1.00 pm before we had the likely suspect(s) maybe my fridge, or maybe the socket I’d had my fridge plugged in. The fridge is plugged in elsewhere now so I can keep an eye on it. So after my keep fit morning we finally got to go for lunch later than usual. Not a problem, our table wasn’t in use. A beautiful roast beef dinner made the world OK again.

I wish you all a wonderful week filled with smiles and Hugs. Fill as many lives with the same as you can.

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Gwydir Castle.

Gwydir

 

 

A HAUNTED gothic house in the Conwy Valley is in a list of the top 10 spookiest hotels in the world.

Gwydir Castle, in Llanrwst, which dates back to the 14th Century, is down as the eighth most haunted place to stay in a list compiled by global travel website Trip Advisor.

The restored mansion has long enjoyed a reputation as a ghost chaser’s paradise, with former owner Sir John Wynn and a murdered maid rumoured to haunt the rooms and corridors.

Judy Welford, who owns the property with husband Peter, said: “I don’t know if it is a good thing or a bad thing to be in that list but I suppose it is nice to have worldwide recognition.

The Welford’s bought a near derelict place a few years ago and set about restoring not just the building but the  original contents too.

 

“We have some people who come here for our reputation as a haunted house and others who come because of the beautiful property and location.

“There are a few ghosts that are thought to roam the house and it becomes eerie when visitors see or hear the same thing in the same places.

“We personally keep an open mind about it all.

“We are very happy living here and everyone rubs along very well.”

Ghostly sightings have been recorded at the property as far back as the 19th century.

The most widely reported of the ghosts is that of a young woman in the panelled corridor between the Hall of Meredith and the Great Chamber.

Legend has it that it is the ghost of a serving maid who was seduced by Sir John Wynn (5th Baronet) and then murdered when their relationship turned sour. Her body was reputedly walled up in a large void in a chimney breast.

Sir John (1st baronet) is one of the many other reported ghosts. Sightings have been reported on the spiral staircase leading from the Solar Hall to the Great Chamber.A ghost dog has also apparently been sighted.

Text and Picture Taken from The Daily Post

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We will fight for the right to be free, we’ll build our own society

and we’ll sing, we will sing our own song.

Anything is better than living under someone else’s thumb , it’s better to go where we can build our own lives to rules we have decided upon. Better that we sing the song of our own words. There are people today still living under despots and tyrants, some who don’t even know it like the people of North Korea. They would still be expected to die in his defence though. I wish that those rulers and the ones of Saudi who care not for Human Rights would disappear from the face of the earth. Failing that I hope that we will all take every opportunity to remind them of the duty they owe their people and visitors to their countries.If positions were reversed they would not like the conditions they impose on others. With the power they have should be the knowledge in how to use it.

Congratulations to the State of Texas where the people are getting through the problems brought by the floodwaters with the help of fellow citizens of all colours.  If it  can be done in  times of trial it should be OK once the floods have receded. Maybe you can show the way to those others who think hiding under a pointed sheet and calling racist remarks is the way forward.

I wish you all a wonderful new week. I won’t be around to reply to messages, comments or the usual insults for a while. Be nice to one another, remember to share the smiles and gift the hugs. xxx Humongous Hugs xxx

 

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