I slept nicely but awoke just before 06.00 craving that early cuppa. T got one as well, because that is how my rules work.
I tried to makes sense of the kitchen debris. Every time I thought I had got on top of it, more plates crawled out of the woodwork and into the sink.
T had taken to his bed around 17.00 yesterday, and stayed there for the better part of today. He was offered opportunities to do something more meaningful but declined.
As I opened up the back doors for the dogs to exit, I admired the neatly cut grass and uttered a silent prayer of thanks.
My ankles are not right but are much better.
E and I and 3 dogs set off for Little Wittenham having agreed that E would walk 2 of the dogs via the Thames to Shillingford. And then she would return on the other side of the river and we would meet up somewhere on her return leg.
However things did not go according to plan due to hay. Very unpleasant hay. I never saw the hay, but hearing about it was bad enough. The mown grasses had been left carelessly lying around in deep drifts, which made the walking route tricky because the footpath was buried under it all somewhere. Minnie was fine but poor little Kali really struggled. And E found it tricky.
So I answered the emergency call and I picked them up from the Marie Celeste aka Shillingford Bridge Hotel.
H and I, having shown E the planned route, starting near Days Lock, had carried out a gentler, but still ankle jarring stroll across the fields. In fact, I was mid-field when the 999 call came through.
Having rescued them, we returned to Underhill and enjoyed sitting outside where it was warm, with a pleasant breeze. A few sandwiches later, I checked on T who was still glued to the bed.
His coughing today has not been too bad, until bedtime when it was more obvious. He has been quite wheezy.
E has a new fan.
The afternoon passed me by. I don’t remember falling asleep until the evening. There were more feeble efforts to get T up.
I went to Streatley to feed Freddy. The extensive gas works are finished on the bottom third of the Coombe and now occupy the middle section. Parked cars, trucks and big vans litter the sides of the road making visitor parking difficult. Abandoned vehicles involved in the construction of a new house don’t help.
Some trades person got annoyed as I parked by the Illis making his exit down the hill tricky. He was not flexible enough to wait the 5 minutes whilst I fed Freddy. Though his sidekick was.
I felt obliged to point out that the fact he was occupying a huge chunk of the road up the hill meant others, like me, could not park there. All this was not helped by metal signs and sandbags dumped by the Illis Golf.
I’ve a feeling things may not end happily for this car and it might just be in the way of works to come. Judging by repaired pavements and holes outside other houses further down. I’m hoping the workers might warn someone who might track me down. Jeremy for example.
Time will tell. I had a brief exchange with Jeremy about the parking situation and about Elsie and drama and GCSE results due soon.
Back at the ranch, we ‘enjoyed’ the remains of the lasagne for supper. We watched Ghosts on catch up and I dozed. I think E has given up trying to wake me.
Our Greek travellers head to Rafina tomorrow via Epidavros or Mycenae. There was some talk about Bungee jumping at Corinth. Off the citadel? Into the Canal? A joke? Not a clue! Perhaps they should just stick to admiring the Corinth Canal.
The Peruvian explorers are now in Cusco for a couple of nights before their trek. It looks as if they had an amazing afternoon yesterday. A gentle stroll up a steep hill was mentioned. I think it was less gentle than they expected.
I wonder if this was the hill.
Thought for the Day
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