Evenin' all
I have been a bit dilatory over the last couple of days, but after - hopefully - reading nearly everything I think I have a position statement. A post from Debs was particularly nice to find.
First of all condolences to Grandadbob's lady friend - losing hubby and being left with two small bambini is nearly as bad as it gets, I'm sure. That said, when my mate (and briefly boyfriend of Sherry) Pete died at 26, his widow described their very young second child as her bouncing ball, giving her a focus to make her get on with life.
Last week, when Sherry and I should have been gently winding down before her departure for home, was largely taken up with the repercussions of Alison's admission to Intensive Care on Tuesday morning after a suspected heart attack. She was home - no fault found, as they say - by lunchtime Friday, and within 36 hours was canoodling with a new-ish boyfriend. Four days later, when I met him briefly, he was looking a bit tired before staggering out to his car and making the three plus hour drive back to his farm in the Vendée. He is back with Alison tonight, having negotiated with his two eldest kids that they could fend for themselves on a weekend when he is rostered to be their guardian. They are 28 and 18! And where does his ex their mum live? Across the road from their farmhouse! FFS.......
Meanwhile, some time back Alison had noted a flat tyre on the lawn-tractor. Her then volunteer - people who come to stay and help on the land for subsistence only (they must be mad/desperate) - a Brazilian named André, took the wheel off. Alison recently got the puncture fixed, but no sign of the wheelnut. Actually it's a bolt, so we took another one off and went to the local hardware store to find a duplicate. The pitch was wrong but we managed one about the right length. So in the hissing rain today I forced the newcomer into position with my ratchet socket wrench. Except that this newly-repaired tyre is already flat.... I have used those aerosol canister mousse inflater thingies for years on my lawn-tractor, but some bozo had advised Alison against it. Sigh. So more time in the rain using my 12v inflator thingie to get some semblance of pressure. And of course we tend not to mow very wet grass. I wonder how much pressure will be left when it dries out?
Sherry is ailing. She has some flu-like virus and is truly under the weather, not having felt so ill, she tells me, since she had shingles (again) a few years back. Tonight she had a commitment to be a chaperone at the theatre for some under-age performers at a dress-rehearsal. On arriving, feeling like death warmed up, it appeared she was double-booked, so could go home again.....
I hope your weekend happens in an orderly fashion, and hearing from Jock would be great for us all.
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