Sandra is still in a lot of pain, so Martyn is staying in Rochester until the care arrangements kick in next Monday. A stair lift is being installed in the coming days, so that will give Sandra a bit more independence. I’ve been going across every other day, sometimes bringing a meal with me. I’m a rather timid driver these days, so find it rather tiring. The good thing about it is that it gets me into air-conditioned comfort for the duration of the journeys.
It is stiflingly hot again, and we’re expecting it to continue well into next week. I’ve been skulking indoors behind closed curtains, with a fan blowing through a wet matrix. Not terribly effective, but better than nothing. Once the sun had come round today to shade the area by the back door, I set to and overhauled the wheelbarrow. Not exactly major engineering, but I soon realised that it’s well over thirty years since I last changed an inner tube, and had to remind myself by trial and error how it’s done. Fortunately I now have an electric compressor, so I was spared the effort of pumping the damn’ thing up. Sweaty business nonetheless, so I’m back in the shade in my trusty cotton djellaba, and wondering whether I really want a hot supper tonight!
