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Susie Dent’s Word of the Day is ‘whifflery’ – a 19th century word, meaning evasive talk or action to avoid ever getting to the point.

A very apt description of current affairs – not only in public life but also chez nous. That is what I am currently doing: not getting to the point.

We used to be amused when some acquaintances of ours responded to our question of ‘How’s it going?’ with ‘We’re getting there’. We were never sure where ‘there’ was or how their journey was going, and it feels a bit like that at our house at the moment. Admittedly, we have some major projects going on and we are working towards finishing them but, every so often, we step back and wonder what the heck we’re doing it for. What’s the point, eh? Answers, on a postcard, please……..

Anyway, we continue to plough on every day and we usually get something done. John is still working on his car and fitting radiators, for which I am ever grateful. He is an amazing man. Never gives up. And I am sure that the car is going to be finished soon.

Meanwhile, I have sought to try and unpick my addled brain. Watched a fair bit of tennis, of course, and had a lovely walk with my friend, Kaye, yesterday. We took ourselves over the fields and stopped off for refreshments at the Saracen’s Head before continuing on our way. I did feel a bit better for the walk and the chat.

I am not sure whether that’s what it’s all for, but family and friendship are the two things that make our lives all worthwhile. We were blessed to see George and Sue on Sunday, and then, on Monday, our dear friends, Sue and Rod, called in on their way home from Warwick, travelling up to the Lake District.

We had a lovely day, just sitting chatting and sharing our stories of what is currently going on in our lives. Relaxed, talking about anything and everything, the time just zipped by.

Today was a hospital day. A monitoring check-up on John’s lungs. The chap we saw was very nice, explained things well and offered a follow-up test, but John felt that it was a bit of a non-event. The drugs that John is on is as much as they can do, so nothing new there. But yes, advised the consultant, you can take the nebuliser up to four times a day if that will help. Oh, and we’ll check on your oxygen levels to see if you need oxygen at home…… again, nothing new there.

This evening we had our Quiz Night, which was very nice. It’s a while since we quizzed, what with different couples having holidays, or other commitments and unable to join in. I was amazed that we actually knew some of the answers….. there’s always a buzz when you get something right, isn’t there?

We had some sad news though this morning, with Christiana telling us that her Grandad had died. He was a fabulous man, Cornish through and through, and with as big a heart as you could want. Our thoughts, naturally, are with Gloria and Christiana and all the family as they mourn his passing.

Take care everyone. God bless.

We pottered about yesterday, dealing with dining room-related things. John cut holes in the floorboards to investigate where the pipes went for the newly-sited radiator, while I nipped off to the carpet shop and to B & Q to see what I could find.

We have decided on the wallpaper and possibly the paint colour but, when I brought the paint samples home, none of them seemed right. I took all bar one back again and brought more samples home. I have yet to splash any of them on the wall though to see whether we like them. Maybe tomorrow.

Today has been a very lovely day with George and Sue. They came for lunch and to watch the Grand Prix with us. We did have a good time. It was a very exciting race one way and another. And, after all these years of knowing George, I found out something new: he likes to watch tennis. Well, that went down well with me!! So, we watched a bit of Wimbledon, too – that is, until our conversation took over and we switched the TV off. We do like a bit of a debate……

The weather has been brooding all day and the sun has played hide and seek. Plans for a barbecue were shelved and we stayed indoors to keep warm to eat our roast chicken but, with the windows open, it was a bit breezy, even indoors!

It was great to have company today. Ever grateful for such good friends.

Take care everyone. God bless.

1 in 24 people are catching COVID now, I hear – it’s still on the up. Mask up when you can.

Yesterday was a ‘nothing-very-much’ day for me. John was in fine fettle however, feeling the relief from having got through the biopsy on Wednesday with no trauma. So, John got his skates on and started the heavy job of fitting a new radiator in the dining room.

I have been dragging my feet a bit on the dining room, unable to make any decisions about anything. But, spurred on by John sorting out the radiator, I toddled off to B & Q to see if there was any wallpaper or paint I fancied.

I am awfully old-fashioned, of course, and expected to see wallpaper books to browse through. Hahahaha. Not a chance. A few rolls of wallpaper to choose from on the stands and that was it. As it happened, I did find one or two I quite liked, so brought them home for John’s opinion.

This morning I felt lousy – it was difficult to get going on anything much and I was fighting my demons all morning. I couldn’t get myself suited and booted for yoga, so texted Jaime at the last minute to say I wasn’t going to class.

John, meanwhile, was having a bit of a snooze in bed. I wafted about a bit and then, in the end, I decided to do that ‘displacement activity’ exercise whereby you are so busy you haven’t any time or space to acknowledge the demons, let alone fight them.

I ploughed through the lounge vacuuming and floor-mopping, before tackling the same again in the hall and then the kitchen. John was busy trying to find where the pipes went in the dining room ready to plumb the radiator in, before giving his attention to the Lotus again, bending a piece of metal for a window-fitting. That job initially went well – until he welded something to wrong side and had to start all over again.

Tomorrow, I aim to actually start painting the dining room. Get ready for the huffs and puffs as I bemoan all the prep required, folks……..

At tea-time, we had the unexpected pleasure of the Kenilworth Newbies descending on us. They have bought a new car and we were keen to see it, so they brought it round. The children were high with excitement, showing us the inside of the car and chattering away the whole time about all the nooks and crannies there were to see. Delightful.

Thomas, mind you, is obsessed with cars and would spend all his living moments in them at the moment. He hates having to leave the car and wails loudly, imploring to get back in. I mean, he couldn’t walk past the Lotus without exploring it…….. Bless him.

I had cooked our tea, so Michael nipped up to the shops to buy pizza for the family and we had a chaotic, but enjoyable tea together. The boys and I sat up at the breakfast bar, while the grown-ups sat at the table. The breakfast bar holds a particular allure for the boys as the bar stools swivel round… and round…. and round….. great fun.

All too soon it was time for them to go. We waved and waved and waved them goodbye, blowing kisses to the boys as Danielle drove off the drive. Lovely. Their visit had cheered me up no end. Fingers crossed that my cheered-up mood lasts, and the demons take a back seat tomorrow.

Take care everyone. God bless.

Yesterday was Day 28 of my Yoga Challenge raising funds for Cancer Research – phew! Nearly there!! And in my little group just three stalwarts remain….. here’s us and our teacher, looking pretty pleased with ourselves.

After the early morning session at 7.30 a.m. I toddled off to my normal yoga somatics session at 9.15 with Jaime, so it felt like wall-to-wall yoga yesterday.

I was tired though and by lunchtime I fell asleep on the sofa. Someone at the door woke me up – a ring-a-ding-a-ling – but I felt so lousy that I thought I’d just have another hour laying on the bed…. hahahaha……I came back downstairs just after five o’clock, having been asleep all afternoon.

John, on the other hand, was busy in the garage once more, tinkering with his car. He is very pleased with what he’s done and came in to say, “It’s ready for viewing!” It’s not actually working yet though, with the engine stubbornly refusing to fire up, but I think it’s beginning to look pretty. When it’s pretty enough, I’ll post a photo.

We were up early this morning but not for early yoga; John had to be at the hospital for 7.30 ready for his prostate biopsy. We got there on time and he was welcomed in.

My blood pressure was raised however, by the nurses telling John to remove his Covid-killing mask and put on one of their flimsy blue ones. I tried to explain that the ones we’d got were definitely safer, being FPP2s and antiviral, but their response was, “We don’t know where they’ve been.”

Ha! They’ve been in a just-opened, individually sealed, cellophane wrap in a box…… unlike the blue ones they had that were generally milling about in an open-to-the-air box at the entrance to the unit. John told me not to argue…… but I wasn’t half cross.

We expected John to be in hospital overnight, having had a general anaesthetic. By lunchtime, I thought I ought to try and find out what was happening so that I could take his overnight case in to him. I had no luck getting hold of anyone though and was just about to try phoning for a third time when John phoned me. He sounded very bright and cheerful.

“All done,” he said, “and I didn’t have a general anaesthetic. I had an epidural instead. So you can bring my things now.” Righty-ho! And off I went.

I wasn’t allowed to visit, however. “I’ll take his bag to him,” said the nurse, “but I think he might be discharged today.” Well, I had wondered whether that might the case, being as he sounded so good. “I’ll find out.” she went on. And sure enough, yes, John would be discharged – but not until later on. Ah….. you mean I’ll have to go home and come back again? She nodded.

Anyway – the ol’ man is home and seemingly none the worse for having been poked and prodded today. Phew…..we are both relieved it went well. Just got wait and see what they say about the results now.

I know the fund-raising may not help John’s situation, but I am pleased to be doing something towards cancer research. There’s too much of it about, with news almost every day of someone we know, or know of, dealing with this pernicious disease.

If you are so inclined, please consider prayers or positive vibes for all those who are suffering with this illness right now. Just knowing that someone is thinking of you helps.

Take care everyone. God bless.

You may recall that John was making cake. Well, he finished it…….

We had a whale of a time yesterday at Thomas’s birthday party. In addition to James and Ruth, Danielle’s brother and sister-in-law, the Sleaths were out in full force, including Andrew, who had said when asked if he was coming, “Of course I’m coming. I’m not missing my godson’s birthday!”

Christiana couldn’t make it at the last minute though, as she had been struck down with a tummy bug…….. maybe next time.

The weather was very kind to us and we were able to get out into the garden for some fun. So much fun in fact, that Thomas had me captured in the play house for hours (well, it seemed like hours anyway) with the command: “Stay there….”

Danielle had prepared an amazing table of food and there were plenty of drinks to go round. It was just such a relaxed and enjoyable party – everyone really getting into the celebrations. Thomas, being two, just went with the flow and was quite happy to play, or sit on someone’s lap, or eat the party food and, of course, blow his candles out on the cake – mind you, it was a bit of a race to see who might get there first, him or William!

Everyone had fun bashing the piñata too, at the end of the party, with Danielle being particularly fierce on her go and Thomas coming a close second in intensity. And for a two-year old his aim wasn’t bad at all!

I think it was Freddie who gave the piñata the killer blow and then the children all scrambled to retrieve the sweets. Great entertainment.

The party went on into the evening with the ‘boys’ all trundling off to the pub, but John and I were worn out by seven-thirty and had to come home. We just can’t keep up with the pace these days!! Exhausted, but very happy to have had such a lovely day and feeling very, very blessed.

One happy day was followed by another today. Our dearest friends, Carol and John and Pete and Dawn came for lunch. We threw the windows open, did our Lateral Flows and then relaxed into the day.

I prepped food this morning and set about laying the table. I had to smile to myself though, we had taken the party plates and some glasses over to Michael and Danielle’s yesterday, so I had dive into our stores to see what else I could retrieve. We really do have everything here, even if it doesn’t match…….

We had a really lovely time. As ever, the conversation just flows, the laughter follows and the friendship blossoms. Lucky, lucky us.

Paul brought Andrew home after the ‘night before’ and so we managed to snatch a few minutes chat with them before Paul had to go back to parenting duties and Andrew had to go back to Cambridge. But we were, as always, delighted to have had all three boys together at the weekend. Happy days.

Take care everyone. God bless.

Lily: ready for her Prom. Our sensational granddaughter. Sweet sixteen.

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Lily said she had an amazing time at her Prom. “What time did you get in?” I asked. “Five o’clock in the morning!” she exclaimed, excitedly. Fantastic. That’s what it’s all about, isn’t? Making memories. We are absolutely delighted for her and love her very much indeed.

She was still on top form today when we saw her this afternoon. Paul invited us round for a barbecue, which was an unexpected treat, so we were able to chat to Lily. She was glowing and had clearly really enjoyed herself. There was an inner confidence about her which I was thrilled to see after all the angst of the exams. Marvellous.

We really enjoyed our time at Paul and Harriet’s this evening. I had missed Paul’s text and phone call in the afternoon, having left my phone in another room, but he finally got hold of John to invite us over. We were hardly going to say ‘no’ to seeing them, were we? Lovely to chat and chew the cud a bit, and lovely to spend time with the grandchildren. How blessed we are.

We had been working through our list of jobs when Paul phoned. I was a bit lacklustre about my list – especially as I couldn’t seem to find the box of decorating equipment. I was sure I had brought it home from Michael’s after the decorating stint there. But can I find it? No. I will have to have a better look tomorrow.

John ploughed on with decorating Thomas’s birthday cake, creating nearly as much mess as yesterday – but boy, it’s worth it! I think the cake is finished. It had better be – we will need to take it to the birthday party tomorrow ……

We had a toddle up to the carpet shop just after lunch and browsed the stands for hard flooring for the dining room and carpet for the bedroom. Mostly what is in vogue right now is any shade of grey……. might go for grey then……..

Paul and Harriet had a good few ideas for the dining room, so we’ll see how the ideas firm up and come together over the next few days. The most difficult part of decorating is making a decision – which I am not awfully good at. Ah, well, I am sure inspiration will come along soon. But will the plan come together just at the right time? That’s the question. Deadline: Monday 1 August. Gotta get on with it!!

Take care in this tumultuous world everyone. Change, and not for the better, seems to sweeping the globe – unless it’s just doom and gloom reporting? God bless.

Our beautiful granddaughter, Lily, is sixteen. She has just finished her GCSEs and, as we all know, such an event is celebrated with a Prom. A few weeks ago, I asked her if she’d got her prom dress. She nodded. “What colour have you got?” I wondered. “Red,” she replied. “Send me picture?” I asked tentatively. She nodded again, “Of course I will.”

In the end, Lily didn’t have time to share a photo of herself and it was Paul and Harriet who sent us a couple of photos this evening before she set off. Oh, my heart…… stunning. So, so beautiful. No longer a girl, but an elegant young woman – confident, relaxed and looking happy. If she permits it, I’ll share a photo of her tomorrow. In the meantime, I am hoping that she has a cracking evening out tonight.

In the other Kenilworth Sleath household, celebrations started today for Thomas’s birthday. He is two. We aimed to go over just after tea to say ‘happy birthday’ to him but, one way or another the arrangement didn’t quite work out, so I met him (and Danielle and Oliver) at The Children’s Play Village near Warwick for three quarters of an hour. Ooooh, we didn’t half have a bit of fun.

We had ‘afternoon tea’ with wooden cakes and cloth sandwiches, washed down with imaginary tea in carved cups and saucers. We then rushed to an imaginary fire in the fire engine and nee-nawed down the road. Thomas didn’t think much to my driving and gave me strong instructions on how to handle the steering wheel…….. both hands Grandma, for goodness’ sake!

Afterwards we went shopping in the supermarket and bought some ‘bread’ and a ‘banana’ and a ‘joint of meat’. We took our shopping over to the ice cream van which we commandeered before doling out ice creams and lollies to each other and Mummy. I was clearly the assistant…… oh, my heart…….

Back at the ranch, John has been beavering away and creating the birthday cake ready for the family party on Sunday. Can’t wait. It’s coming along very nicely. He’s also been creating a mess in kitchen that neither of us can be bothered to clear up. Maybe tomorrow?

In other news, we have had tradesmen here today. First thing, before I set off for my yoga class, the local carpet shop owner came round to measure up the dining room. I left John supervising proceedings and, while he was at it, to measure up our bedroom, too. We aim to choose flooring tomorrow. We’re SKI’ing now, don’t you know …. Spending the Kids Inheritance……hehehe.

Just after lunch, the doorbell rang and it was the scaffolders. Yippee! As quick as you like, the four guys bustled about and took the whole thing down and away with no fuss at all. Well, I say no fuss – there was a bit of sucking of teeth as they said that the tiles were like biscuit and would inevitably be broken. They replaced what they could with the spares they’d brought and then said they’d tell the boss in the morning before they whisked themselves off, looking forward to their weekend.

I took the scaffolders cups of tea and coffee and found myself paddling my way through a very large puddle of water that had accumulated on the lawn. We were puzzled. Did we have a lot of rain in the night? I hadn’t heard anything – and anyway, the rest of the garden wasn’t wet. Then the penny dropped…… oh……ah…… I’d left the tap on all night from watering the hydrangea. Oops.

Take care everyone. There’s a COVID wave – 1 in 35 people infected now – so get your masks out. God bless.

Susie Dent’s Word of the Day (again) is ‘stiffrump’ (18th century): a highly obstinate individual who refuses to budge.

Oh, and by the way, what did everyone think about the by-election results then, eh?

How absolutely blooming marvellous to have a Skype session with Graham and Gail this morning. It’s been a while since we chatted face-to-face and so we had a lot to talk about – not least about their rather exotic holiday on Christmas Island to celebrate Gail’s 70th birthday in April. It sounds like they had a really good time. And they deserved it after the horrible year they’d had.

They both looked really well and were on top form, so the two hours we spent nattering away was a real delight. We only said our goodbyes because it was getting late their end and they had to be up early the next morning. Here’s to the next time!!

We were both up early this morning, not only because we were going to be talking to G & G but because the Electrician Cometh. We were having a Smart meter fitted. I was half expecting some sucking of teeth and shaking of his head when he saw where the mains is situated, but John, being the amazing man that he is, had spent a good few hours creating a safe cabinet for the electrics the other day, so it was all hunky-dory and the electrician just got on with it. He had been and gone before our Skype session and we can now see how much electricity we are using – how good/scary is that?

After lunch, I felt a bit neither here nor there and a little bit melancholy, thinking of things past. So I went outside and pottered in the garden for a while. The tidying up of the hedge soothed my soul and I felt better for having breathed in the oxygen and the scents generated by the garden.

John, meanwhile, was getting on with the cake. And it’s going to be good. His work so far is very promising. “I’m ready for the cake board now,” he said, “if you can find it for me, please?” Ha! Find it? A new name for Hunt the Thimble?

When I cleared the dining room, I was pretty good at making a little list of where things had been stored. But the cake boards? Apparently I had omitted to record where those were. I checked in the cupboard in the Main Guest Room, rummaging in the boxes there. Nope. I sought them in the boxes in the Attic Room. Nope. How about the boxes above the cupboards in the kitchen? Nope – not there either.

I did find them in the end. Under the stairs, in a box in which I’d chucked the very last few bits out of the dining room cabinet. No record made of what was in the box or where I was storing it…… no wonder it took ages to find the darned thing!!

This evening, we sprawled in our chairs and rested our weary bodies. John was feeling exhausted having expended lots of energy thinking about the cake and then actually creating the vision; and I was just plain being lazy.

As I took the bins out this evening, though, and turned back towards the house, I felt grateful that we have such beauty in our lives, such as these wonderful pink roses – grace, happiness and gentleness.

They reminded me of the beginning of Lockdown when we stood under the roses waving to family and friends at the end of the path, socially-distanced, but full of energy to face what may come. Who knew then, the impact that ‘shielding’ would have on us?

Take care everyone. God bless.

This morning, after I’d done my daily yoga session, we were off to Heartlands for John’s immunoglobulin infusion. On the way, we discussed the making of Thomas’s birthday cake. He will be two on Friday and there is a ‘tradition’ of Grandpa making the birthday cakes. Having felt unwell yesterday, John had made no start on the cake and, with a hospital treatment session booked in for the whole of this morning, it felt like Grandpa was going to be cutting things fine.

No worries. I’d had had a long conversation on WhatsApp yesterday with Christiana, who sent through her tried and tested recipe plus an illustration of how to make the cake. In good hands, I suggested to John that I make a start on it this morning. And, do you know what? We have the basis of a cake. This may be as surprising to you as it is to me – I rarely bake cakes and those that I have done from scratch in the past haven’t turned out well, but this one did. Thank you Christiana.

It’s a colourful cake with pink, green and vanilla sponge – and John made its twin this evening, just as successfully, so tomorrow he has somewhere to start on the sculpting of the cake. Fingers crossed it all works well!!

Home from the hospital, we both pottered about a bit with this and that. And then, when we were sitting in the swinging chair in the garden having a bite to eat at lunchtime, I mentioned that the builders, working on the house next door but two, were chucking out the last of their cement into the skip at the end of the day. “I think I’m going to ask them if they’ll let me have a bucket of cement so that I can mend the rocky slab on the patio steps,” I said. John wasn’t totally convinced it was the best idea, but he didn’t stop me. So guess what we did this afternoon? Under John’s supervision, I re-laid a slab and pointed it.

I am now officially a ‘Jack-of-all-Trades’. From mixing and baking a cake to mixing cement and setting a slab – who’d have thought it? Mind you, I am not sure how long the repair will last. It might succumb to little boys running up and down it within one visit, but we’ll see.

I watched the tennis on TV while John made the second cake this evening and then, having exhausted ourselves with our creativity, we both sat down to watch a documentary this evening. Aaaand…..breathe.

Take care everyone. Covid’s about. Try to avoid it if you can and wear a mask in indoor spaces. Who knows what it’ll do to us and our beautiful children in the long term if we catch it more than once? God bless.

In between yoga sessions, medical interventions and my prayer group meeting today, I spent a happy, if warm, hour or two in the garden this afternoon. Some of you may remember when I first started writing the ‘Lock Down’ blog, I felt beleaguered by the bindweed taking over the garden. Several people offered advice. Fed up with hearing my regular angst over it, they said ‘let it go’……

Ha! Thanks for the advice folks. It’s now all over everywhere.

Anyhoo…. since we haven’t been very busy in the garden this year, in addition to the bindweed, we seem to have got ourselves a wild flower garden. The creepers are not simply restricted to the bindweed; I found lots of Herb Robert, making itself very much at home, joining hands with the bindweed and joyously poking its little pink flowers through the newly-planted (well, last year) hedge.

Tormentil, too, so aptly named as it snakes through the rose bushes and my lovely Phlox, and cheerily torments me with its little yellow flowers, like buttercups.

Then there’s the Lesser Trefoil, which is a little b****r to get rid of, crawling along in every nook and cranny that it can find and obstinately hanging on for grim death as you try and pull it out.

Self-heal may be pretty to look at but that, too, is tricky to remove….

But then! A sweet find of wild strawberries crawling along the back of the house, with yummy fruit to eat. Don’t mind if I do.

And of course, several ‘lovely’ nettles – also edible. Not crawlers or creepers but bold, nasty things that leap out at you when you least expect it. I slashed them down. Nettle Soup, anyone?

John, meanwhile, spent the morning trying to create a safe environment for our mains electricity, which comes into the house next to the loo……we’re hoping to get a SMART meter fitted on Thursday, but we’re expecting some sucking of teeth and shaking of heads ~ we’ll see.

Having successfully finished the safety job, we were due to go over to Solihull hospital for John to have a pre-op assessment. Momentarily, we thought we might not get there. John was in pain from his ‘bag-for-life’. We phoned the community nurses to ask them to come and sort him out. Got the answering machine.

The painkillers worked sufficiently for us to get to the hospital and he was whisked away by several of the nursing staff to have various checks made. One of which was his blood pressure. ‘Oo-er’…. they said…. ‘it’s a bit low. Have a couple of glasses of water’. That did the trick.

While I was waiting for John, I phoned the community nurse again and spoke to one of the team. “Yes,” she said, “we are aware of John’s situation. Yes, we’ll send someone round” Ha! We always live in hope but……that was a ‘No Show’ wasn’t it? Maybe tomorrow?

However, as we were driving home, I asked John how his pain was. “Not too bad. It’s gone off a bit.” he said. Ah…… the penny dropped, was the pain related to being a bit dehydrated, we wondered? I have force-fed John water ever since and his pain has lessened. Phew.

Susie Dent’s Word of the Day is the 19th-century ‘hingum-tringum’, meaning ‘barely presentable’, or just about hanging together. Now then, who or what can she be referring to, do you think?

Take care everyone. Make the most of the weather while you can. God bless.

Note: The photos are not my photos. I forgot to take any as I was weeding. They are ones I have picked from the internet.

Herb Robert from Wikipedia; Tormentil, Lesser Trefoil and Selfheal all from the Wildflower gallery; and the wild strawberries from Wiktionary.