Ups and Downs

Life continues to be full of ups and downs. On the upside, I had a fascinating interview behind the scenes at Truro Cathedral last week where I met the Head of Music there, three Head Choristers and one of the gap year choral scholars.

I felt very privileged indeed to talk to them all: they share a profound love of music that is very uplifting, and hearing the boys rehearse brought tears to my eyes. Even better, I have been offered tickets to the carol service at Christmas and will take my mum who is over the moon.

The down was that Himself, who'd been doing so much better, suddenly had a relapse and went down with another high fever. Luckily I got the emergency doc out on Sat morning and he gave more and stronger antibiotics – it's another lung infection. The poor patient is back in bed feeling incredibly weak and miserable but after another home visit yesterday, the doc said that the infection seems to have gone, so hopefully once he's finished the anitibiotics, he will start to feel much better.

He needs feeding up but has no appetite so Nurse Flowerpot is standing over the poor fellow saying,” Eat this!” I'm not quite that bad, but a dear friend who is a fabulous cook offered to cook whatever he wanted and bring it round (she knows my lack of vision in the culinary department). Himself smiled when I told him this and he said, “ooh, cottage pie catches my imagination,” so I put an order in for that. So thanks Izzy!

Her partner is also recovering from being very poorly, so we are both doing nursing duties. Himself's eyes lit up when he thought of Izzy in a nurse's uniform. Didn't do his heart much good but it sure as hell cheered him up.

Sick as a Dog

Poor Moll. She wasn’t herself last night.

We walked out over Trefusis Point yesterday afternoon, a headland now mostly covered in mud, but you walk along looking out over Falmouth Docks, round to the castle, then as you round the point, you see St Mawes and the corresponding castle. Further round is Millionaire’s Row, then St Just, and in between the sea was a painter’s dream of colours – the palest green, a bold royal blue, inky black and jade. Wind scuffed the top of the water, ruffling it into small, bad tempered waves.

Moll and I walked and I talked, as I do about whatever. Nothing of consequence, though sometimes I ask her opinion. She doesn’t deign to reply, but that doesn’t matter.

She got home and wolfed her tea down but somewhere along the line she must have eaten something that disagreed with her. Something nice and tasty like fox or badger poo probably.

She went rather quiet after that, but the fire was lit and it was a cold day so we snuggled down to read the paper and watch the news. She slunk off, a bit later, returned and regurgitated a large amount of whatever it was on the carpet.

We cleaned it up and she drank some water, eventually returned to the sofa to crash out. It wasn’t until we were going to bed that I noticed a similar deposit under the bed. Right in the middle, so I had to lie on my belly and crawl under the bed to reach it.

Moll lay in her bed looking embarrassed. As in, “sorry Mum. I didn’t mean to.”

I forgive her of course. But I’m not very hungry today. Just shows, I’d make a lowsy nurse.

PS - Just had a phone call from mum. She has finally got Broadband package and is having it installed today. Only took Tiscali three months. More on that later.