Hello lovely people!
What a week! Saturday started with what now seems hilarious but at the time was, well, let’s say interesting. I woke up, made Victoria and myself a cuppa, woke her up gently and let her slowly re-
What could I say? NEVER say the first thing that comes into your head except if you have a ‘breakthrough’ episode then you have no choice. I blame the MS breakthrough because I thought and said ‘well, the takeoff and flight were good, I only messed up the landing’. That’s all, no more needed to be said. I was transported at the speed of light back into the bedroom and treated to the T L C of an eagle on steroids (well deserved)
blood cleaned, Clearasil cream and plaster added and left with the loving, kind and gentle words I deserved – “Now SORT YOURSELF OUT WING COMMANDER!” At least it was a promotion from the rank I left the RAF with which was a sergeant.
The next couple of days were fairly quiet until Victoria looked at the hole in my shin and decided that a check with a nurse was in order. No problem, but I’m sure I didn’t need the tetanus jab etc etc and I definitely didn’t need the look of glee and justification that accompanied all of the procedures in the nurse's room. To be honest, my Dr’s surgery is fantastic, caring and efficient and so is Victoria. The reason I put the last but was just because of my embarrassment. Blogs CAN have some poetic license even if they’re not about poetry.
On Saturday it was Victoria’s birthday so we had a braai (new word for me) or BBQ to celebrate if with a couple of friends. A great time was had by all, but no rest was forthcoming on the day in question. So what. It’s one of those times that regardless of the handicap or difficulty you are encumbered with, oneself becomes less important than other people. This especially applies to wives, friends and relatives. If you go to church on Sundays and overdid it the day before (like me and like me) unless you snore or talk in your sleep a very long prayer with head bowed and eyes closed works well.
Then on Monday guess what? Erin my daughter and soon to be husband came round for a real braai because he’s from South Africa so more he cooked beautifully cooked lamb, fillet steak and boerewors in amazing quantity! I’m not going vegetarian, NEVER vegan and not carnivore so I now consider myself ‘flexitarian’ which encompasses all of the above -