A good sleep was had. Well, quite a good one. We had the usual early brekkie and I performed the usual routines. The cleaners were due at 11.30 but texted to adjust their time to 10.45 which became 10.30. We were up!
And soon we were off out. The earlier than anticipated start meant I had time to walk H with T and then take him for a coffee and cake. I stuffed him with chocolate brownie and ice cream in the hope that all the sugar would leave him feeling full for a while. I think my cunning plan worked.
This was because I was due to go out to lunch near Newbury, and I wanted to preempt mischief.
The weather was ghastly with exceptionally heavy showers, interrupted by periods of sunshine. The showers became heavier and more joined up as the day progressed.
We returned to drop H and T off chez nous and then I left for Newbury to meet up with carer friends. South of Newbury on this occasion so a little more travelling, around old haunts.
It was almost a full house, even the dreaded P pitched up complete with all her chips. The ones on her shoulder.
Brenda is really suffering with the pain in her knee. Marie is really suffering between the pain of her husband Anthony, and managing her neurodiverse brother and the lack of support he gets. I feel for her. Anthony is a curious one – she thinks his mental condition is improving – a bit like Ernest Saunders of Guinness scandal notoriety perhaps. Physically though Anthony is not so great. But then he is 86. Bit of an age gap there.
If I think T is stubborn and awkward, I only need to remind myself of Anthony, who still deploys the skills of letter writing and making phone calls to various professionals to spread his philosophy and feelings. Perhaps I should be thankful for my larger mercies. T can no longer write anything that makes sense nor can he make phone calls.
The get together was very pleasant, as always. The weather in the drive home was awful- difficult visibility on the A34 due to the rain. Nearer home, i noticed Townsend Road run off is creating a huge brown river on the road to Moulsford. My travels informed me that and more local roads are becoming subjected to the 20mph limit.
The damage upon my return home – well I have yet to find it so maybe the brownies and ice cream worked.
We had soup for supper which I stretched with a tin of tomato soup- a good solution. Even T ate it. And a rather delicious baguette from the Oxshed. Not a horrible bland soft cotton wool white one, but a crusty home made chewy one. More crust than fluff. My favourite usually only to be found in certain French boulangeries.
I might have dozed off around 21.00.
Thought for the Day
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