I had a session today with the boys at Addenbrookes discussing the final modifications for the feeding frame. I am really excited to see the finished result although I have already worked out a more simplified, cheaper version 2, once I am satisfied that this one works. The first thing will be to get it into a hospital to be used by an elderly patient for a week under observation.
On the way back from the hospital I filled up with petrol but for the first time I was unable to lift the lever which releases the petrol cap flap or indeed, when it came to it, squeeze the petrol pump – a confirmation of my weakening hands â€“ however, I was fortunate enough to enlist the assistance of a young Latvian customer who I think was slightly bemused until I explained my problem.
Talking of weak hands I have now had tape loops sown onto to all of my boxers and underpants, one on each side and one in the centre. Where the elastic was too strong for me I can manage perfectly well by hooking my fingers into the loops, thus continuing to maintain my independence in this area.
A red letter day, or rather a red kilt day. I gave it an airing (literally!!) for the first time at the golf club today. It did cause a bit of a stir, when I first appeared and I invited them all to have a good laugh but, to be honest, they were all absolutely wonderful and there were no ribald comments. As far as the functioning of the â€˜skirtâ€™ was concerned, it was as I had hoped. Most of the members were bright enough to work out for themselves the reason for this bit of cross-dressing.
An early morning start for another geriatric golf day. I managed to walk the course without too much difficulty. Too chilly for the kilt. In any event it looked like rain so how to protect against a soggy skirt?
Back to London today for the City Branch lunch of the Arbitration Club, at Clifford Chanceâ€™s office in Canary Wharf -a bit of a drag.Â I overcame the eating problem by asking for 2 large up-turned basins, each covered with a napkin, on which I rested my right arm and my wine glass.Â A temporary but inelegantÂ solution.
After lunch I rather stupidly sent off for Brick Lane, where I was hoping to purchase some cheap Indian cotton underpants.Â A strange quest I agree but the reason is that the cheap lightweight pants are much easier to manipulate, with my weak hands, than the Â better quality close-fitting M & S variety. As it happened, having got there in a muck sweat, after two bus rides and long walk, Brick Lane seems to consist almost entirely of Asian restaurants – no retail clothing shops that I could find.
I braved the wind and rain today for my weekly geriatric golf walk. I managed 16 holes before my legs started giving out but that was around two and a half hours walking, so not too bad. I kept reasonably dry but what does one do about a soggy kilt? It’s also getting a little breezy so I have designed some flannel boxer shorts which I should try to get my Thai tailor to make on my forthcoming visit.
This was our penultimate day and the first which was not wall-to-wall sunshine. There had been a terrific storm last night and there was vegetation debris everywhere. We had been so lucky last evening with the Loy Festival dinner which had been held outside and would have been completely ruined had there been a storm. Speaking of weather we were amazed to learn that the temperature in Beijing was now -8Â° and snowing, for the first time in living memory, whereas when we were there the temperature was 23Â° with clear blue skies and, unusually, no pollution. What an amazing change and how lucky we were to have such lovely weather in Beijing.
Here in Hua Hin it was cloudy all day and started to rain continuously, in fact, it was a little chilly, so much so that I even wore a small sleeveless pullover for breakfast. This change of weather mattered not to me as I had had a surfeit of sun over the previous week and we spent our time catching up with e-mails, reading and doing things that we should have done, such as having a formal tea in the newly refurbished restaurant, adjacent to the reception.
Later that evening we went into town as usual and splashed our way through the puddles to the supermarket when Mick bought a new suitcase full all on his new acquisitions including a very thick down filled jacket with a fur trimmed hood (for Sweden) which looked slightly incongruous in the heat of Thailand. Then onto the tailor to pick up my trousers and shirts for my son-in-law. Unfortunately the trousers were not quite right as I have instructed the tailor to make the front opening right down to the underside of the crotch, with a Velcro fastening, instead of a zip, in order for me to gain easy and quick access. The trousers were not as instructed and therefore were returned to the outside tailor who promised to deliver them to the hotel shortly before we left the following day.
We then went to the Onn Onn Corner Restaurant, which, for the record and for the benefit of any of my readers who should find themselves in Hua Hin, is located in Poolsak St – which runs parallel to the main Petchkase Road – near the Hua Hin Buddhist temple. We have decided that the Onn Onn is currently the best restaurant we have eaten in, in Hua Hin, taking over from the Bam Bam, a little further along the same street, which for some inexplicable reason seems to have suddenly gone downhill and for the first time ever, in the 10 years or so that I have been visiting, was almost empty. Clearly the word must have got out amongst the locals.
This evening Mick had scallops in green Thai curry and a large plate of steamed rice.Â I had a plate of steamed scallops, squid and tiger prawns with mixed peppers in a sort of oysters sauce and we shared a plate of special Onn Onn seafood fried rice and a bottle of Singha beer, the cost 460 baht (Â£8.60). Then back to the hotel where we watched The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, a quite amusing Western.
I wore my specially designed thermal wrap round drawers, made for me dear Janet Bingley, under my kilt for my weekly walk around the golf course. They were very effective and I’m delighted with them.Â Although I did have elect the assistance of a club member to adjust them after I had been to the loo, at one stage, so some slight alteration in their design, is necessary.
Again I managed to walk the complete course with very little resting on the way, so obviously my legs are still holding up. However, sadly for the first time, I was unable to feed myself and the club secretary, Scott Ballantine, kindly stepped into the breach and wielded the spoon for me. This was particularly disappointing as I had designed a simple strap system which attached to my left foot, went through a loop in a neck collar, and onto attached to my right hand. The idea being that as I stretched my left leg my right hand would rise to my month. It almost worked but was not quite right and as one member said itâ€™s â€˜back to the drawing board.â€™ I shall persevere with this because I really believe it will work.
Went on the usual walk around the golf course with the geriatrics today. Still wore my kilt and thermal draw is which I may have to abandon in favour of my plus fours, which I have just had adapted with Velcro and loops, as frankly, the kilt was getting a little bit chilly.