Productivity (of a non gardening variety) has been restored – somewhat – on the old homestead. Keith went off a couple of weeks ago to enjoy a lads’ weekend with Lachlan, pruning and tying up the rose around his door (and visiting the pub next door every hour or so as far as I canContinue reading “The fruits of our labour”
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Strange fruit
Last Saturday it was, finally, my turn to take Lyra to the groomers. Lachlan had to work and Keith has declared himself permanently traumatised by the last experience and unwilling to risk further mental collapse. Lyra is not enthusiastic about this trip and, despite being blind, seems to know exactly where she is going. SheContinue reading “Strange fruit”
Harvest Season
The harvesters are out at last. I can hear the faint thrum of the combines from two fields away and had to pull smartly onto the verge to let a huge beast of a machine get past a couple of days ago. In the way of farmers, I can get no consensus on whether itContinue reading “Harvest Season”
An air of raspberries
It is a week of alternating sunny days and soaking days, with the occasional mashup of sunny downpours to add spice. The humidity on the hot days is punishing and so we try to keep Lyra’s walks to the woods or the river, where at least she can jump in to cool down. A plannedContinue reading “An air of raspberries”
Cthulu emerges from the deep
A few hours ago found me trailing up the back stairs, naked , wet and festooned with pond slime (having deposited my Lara Croft pond clearing outfit straight in the washing machine). Needless to say Anne next door called to discuss tomorrow’s dining options. I did alert her to the parlous state of affairs, whatContinue reading “Cthulu emerges from the deep”
The Hipster Diaries #7 Purple Patch
I feel rather a fraud now. My various scars are healing nicely (though a touch itchy). I’ve pretty much abandoned the sticks altogether, other than on rough ground, and I am nipping about at home more or less like a normal person*. Since my first proper physio session on Wednesday I’m confident that I canContinue reading “The Hipster Diaries #7 Purple Patch”
The Hipster Diaries #6 – the short road to freedom
Today I escaped. I had a trial run at the tunnel yesterday and went all in today. A proper dog walk at last…..along the back road and then down towards Kersfield. Not all the way, Mum was getting distinctly “one egg clucky”, but far enough to demonstrate it was fine and operate as a bulkheadContinue reading “The Hipster Diaries #6 – the short road to freedom”
The Hipster Diaries #4 – Smartie free and smelling of roses
My mobility is coming on a treat. I’m down to one stick now and can generally manage without any sticks just pootling round the bedroom/bathroom. After days of the leg lifting exercise barely garnering a millimetre, I actually managed lift off today (twice so it was not a fluke). Having got myself rationed down toContinue reading “The Hipster Diaries #4 – Smartie free and smelling of roses”
The Hipster Diaries #3: a chastened and regretful Tigger
What seemed a slight stretch/stiffening a the time of the last post (cue bugle) deteriorated to something rather more severe. I was in a lot of pain over dinner and even worse the next morning. A day of limited movement followed. Nurse Lyra assisted greatly. I stuck to my exercises, just, and managed a littleContinue reading “The Hipster Diaries #3: a chastened and regretful Tigger”
The Hipster Journals (1)
Those following my wittering will have noted that I was in hospital on Wednesday having a dodgy hip replaced. The process has put a bit of a crimp on my usual activities but, after a rather aimless first couple of days back home, I’m now trying to get back to gainful deployment and thought thatContinue reading “The Hipster Journals (1)”