Snoozy

I slept well yesterday evening which meant I was awake in the middle of the night. But I amused myself and dozed off again. Finally getting to the end of Episode 1 of the enjoyable Murder in Provence. I hope they make a series 2. Of course Series 1 was probably made pre pandemic and pre Brexit.

I was up and about quite early because I had to pick G up at 08.15 to take him to Harwell for his lift to hockey in Oxford.
On the way back, I stopped in the beautiful village of East Hagbourne to walk H whom I had had the foresight to take with me.
The Hagbourne villages are contiguous with Didcot and their hearts are full of very old cottages. However they are surrounded by newer estates.

But there are various fields and bits of woodland and various tracks which link up with the Sustrans network near Upton. This is a good find only around a 15 minute drive from home.
I have now learnt that I could put H in the car whilst I swim, and walk her at Hagbourne on the way back. This is because the car alarm can only be triggered by external forces, unlike the Scenic. This is useful knowledge.

Our walk was in sunshine and started past some allotments and horrid mud, across Bunny field to Mowbray fields both of which are safe and pleasant for walking. We skirted Millennium Wood, where I had intended to walk, but entry paths were too muddy. There is a stone circle in the clearing in the middle of the wood, where you can sit and meditate. I’m thinking it must be a man made stone circle. I will get there when it stops raining. ) Rain is forecast all week)

We had to get home because Debs was coming to attend to my toes and to massage my feet. Which was very nice. I decided to keep this toe treatment ticking over, although it was originally organised to deal with T’s toes, which he would not let me cut.

I had made soup before Debs arrived, heavily laced with Korean garlic and chilly paste and even more garlic. It was very delicious.

I started to watch a strongly recommended documentary ‘The space shuttle that fell to earth’. This proved very watchable, as far as I got before my eyelids got weighed down. It awaits my attention later. There are 3 episodes. It is the 20th anniversary of the Columbia disaster.

Our next meeting with the Sue Ryder team to follow up our complaint is on Monday. We have researched widely around end of life care for lung cancer patients. It is clear to us that, unknown to us at the time, T was suffering from night time delirium. A known and relatively common end of life condition. Nobody ever mentioned this to us as a possible cause of his difficult nights. Nor did they bother to investigate the cause of his night escape into the local area, without shoes and in thin pyjamas. Another nail in the coffin of their non-palliative care.

Their whole attitude causes me more stress because of the way they allowed T to depart this Earth.

I had a long chat with Ali now she is back from Derby and is back at work. Mostly about G and hockey.

I am excited to note on local social media that something called Ladies’ Night is returning. Our first Christmas here I attended a Ladies’ night dinner at our local Pavilion. (In Moulsford, we don’t have a village hall, we have a magnificent, very well equipped, state of the art pavilion).

But it seems that pre-Covid there used to be regular monthly Ladies’ nights get togethers at the B and W. I believe they are resurrecting these on a Thursday. This could be good for me to get to know local people. And maybe I will remember a few names. Someone once told me that the men met on a Tuesday. But it wasn’t really possible for T to join them without an escort. And I didn’t know any one local well enough to ask.

The day passed with a lot of snoozing.

Thought for the Day