Monday, 20 August 2012


Everyone always asks how I am. The answer is absolutely fine. I feel great; I have no residual problems or discomforts except for the strange feeling in my feet. That's now so much part of me, if I were to wake with normal feeling in my toes and soles I'd find it extremely odd.

I'm waiting for a summons to visit the chest physician again for my six month check up, but apart from that (which I know will rekindle some unpleasant thoughts), all in the garden is lovely. Actually all in the garden is lovely, metaphorically and literally. I've enormous Bizzie Lizzies and some spectactular nasturtiums coming on. I like eating nasturtium seeds so I'm hoping for a large crop.

Our granddaughter is fabulous - those of you who know me will probably have seen her photo. She is, as all babies are, absolutely gorgeous.  We've seen her quite a bit last weekend as we've had several days of celebration for my husband who has reached 70. He looks about 55. Must be because he's so happy being married to me!

My new company - the one developing a software platform - is going very well. It's all terribly exciting and once we're up and running with a beta I'll be able to tell you all about it. Retirement is fabulous - I've never been so busy!

Tuesday, 14 August 2012

A very very very sunny day

The sun's out, the birds are singing and I've just seen a leaf-cutting bee carrying a portion of leaf far bigger than himself; so I know that all things are possible.

My heart's singing because in the early hours of this morning our darling little granddaughter arrived safely at a whopping weight of 7lbs 6oz.  Goodness knows how bigger she might have grown if she'd been granted those extra three weeks womb-stay!

I've been told that she he's tried both varieties of sustenance and found them equally delicious and satisfying such that she's sleeping soundly.  All is well.

Monday, 13 August 2012

On tenter hooks*

I hadn't realised quite how emotionally fragile I am until this morning when I woke after an horrendous night's sleep, waking every two hours and battling with the most bizarre of mental tasks.  Such is the nature of dreams. I had niavely anticipated that upon waking I would receive the news that our new grandchild was safely delivered. But no, as yet the process is ongoing. I'm told that early induction is not a quick affair.

Our youngest daughter, having had the dreadful loss of her first child at 37 weeks, is about to deliver her next and is being induced just before the same stage in her pregnancy. I took to our bed last night in that sort of "will-I-be-woken-in-an-hour-or-so" state of mind which meant that I did indeed wake every two hours to look at the clock and ponder the state of things.

I have jobs to do but I'm finding it difficult to concentrate on them. One is to finish the washing of all the cat paraphernalia and to pack it away in the loft. It's not that we an anticipating having another cat at any time, but if the current one is to return after his three week sabbatical, then I feel that fate will decree it is only when all trace of him has been cleaned away and his belongings secreted somewhere fairly inaccessible. Hence rather than betray him, I do hope he feels I've done enough for him now to return. Wouldn't it be lovely if, upon news of the birth of our grandchild, our cat were nochalantly to amble back in.  And if you add to that perhaps a major lottery win - a picture of flying pigs inexplicably fell from the wall this morning - my joy would be complete.

* Tenterhooks are hooks which enable wet cloth to be stretched by its selvedges on a tenter - a frame - to stop it shrinking in the process of woollen cloth production.