Had a very lovely weekend st the cottage while and H is away with 'the boys' in Morzine, skiing. Mostly playing with Janine & Ross's gorgeous new addition, Flossy. She of sharp teeth, wild black fur and the ability to gambol more like an excited lamb than a dog.
Managed to traumatise H by tucking into his beloved wine stash on Friday night, yep, taking from his cottage cellar collection when he's not here to lovingly kiss each bottle goodbye, with the customary tear in his eye. That man really does rather love his wine bottles..
Still, he was having a ball in Morzine. He went out with Nurse to surprise Banners, who was out there with his other half Hattie and some of her hockey chums. (Basically a convoluted man-excuse to get in a second weekend of skiing by making a 'story' out of it). Plus they then hooked up with new dad Bowlesy who took them all over the mountains and gave him the best day's skiing ever. Good job, the boys.
Add in an England/France rugby victory on Saturday night and the Grand Slam (woo hoo!) and it's no surprise he was sounding more than a bit rough when he finally rang the missus late morning yesterday. Mind you, I have heard worse, if he can still speak rather than just groan he's generally doing well.
I, in the meantime, finally donned my sexy Amazon-purchase compression socks and looked remarkably like an ancient Pippi Longstocking for anyone old enough to remember those books from the seventies… Think they have reduced my cankles slightly but I need help to get them both on and off… I am getting more and more attractive by the day.
Pottered back Sunday afternoon just in time for the McGowan clan to come visiting and consume vast amounts of carrot cake and French Fancy sugar with me – kids are very cute and yes, little boy Finn's hair is still longer than Iza's.. Nic of them to pop over though, with a thick tome of a book that I shall endeavour to get stuck into when my slightly diminished brain can cope with anything more taxing than 'the wheels on the bus'..
Am now in the kitchen, relishing the final hour of peace before my brother appears with Mum, returning her from his 2 weeks of taking care of her. Then its back to normal for a bit – Valentina the carer is due in tonight, Mr H is back at midnight and the house will be full again.
In the meantime, I need to work out how on earth Netflix works (have done my usual sign up for it thing, without really knowing what it is or how to actually access it) and get at least 1 other chore off my list.
As I sit here, I am unfortunately I'm major pain with back and shoulder spasms. And my skin is doing it's horrid super-sore thing – I can't bear to touch it, right down to my knees this time, which is unusual. Got up at 5.30am to shovel in the first lot of painkillers and the second lot just aren't doing the job I would hope. Seeing 'Paddy the Pain Man' tomorrow at Parkside and will be begging him for something even stronger than the cornucopia I am currently either sticking to my torso in the format of pain patches or whacking down the hatch as tablets. Drug addict in the making, harrumph.
While it's nice being off the main tablets (this is my 'recovery' week) I think it might be a bit of a long 8 days till I see Prof again. I'm off to attach a hot water bottle – sometimes the old solutions are the best ones x