Normality

We’re getting back to it.  The symptoms of Martyn’s stroke soon disappeared, though he tires easily.  I’m doing the driving at the moment, since he was advised not to for a month after the event.  Though it’s now eight weeks, he is waiting to see the consultant before getting behind the wheel again.

Sam the plumber/handyman has finished the tiling and boxing in of pipes in the cloakroom, so it’s ready for James the painter to work his magic while we’re away in France later this month.  He’s doing Martyn’s study and the sitooterie while he’s at it, so we’re doing quite a lot of clearing out at the moment!  We have a growing pile of stuff to take to the charity shop, and have freecycled one of his bookcases and some computer bits and pieces.  I need to tackle the cupboards in the sitooterie: they are full of crockery and glass that we never use, so I think quite a lot of it will be heading down the road ere long.

The garden is in fine form: the roses have started to flower, and old favourites like the irises, cistus and thrift are doing very well.  The potatoes have a luxuriant canopy of leaves, and the runner beans are reaching the top of their frame.  The dwarf French beans are sulking a bit: the big-name supplier’s seeds have done next to nothing, whereas those from a long-open packet from Fortnums are looking altogether stronger.

On Friday, having finished breakfast, I was sitting around in my dressing gown, tapping away at the iPad.  At one point it occurred to me to check my hobby email account, and found a reminder to change my password for the common platform that contains the rota and suchlike.  Having duly complied, I took a quick dip into the rota, only to find that I was due in that very day.  I’d plainly failed to copy the sitting into my calendar.  Well, I was showered, dressed and out the door with the speed of a fleeing adulterer, and was on parade only twenty minutes late.  Needless to say I have double-checked and fortunately found no other errors or omissions!