Posted by DMC on Dec 27, 2009 in
Diary Chloe and family gathered up their hordes of booty and left shortly before lunch, leaving a void but restoring the house to its normal tranquillity. Next year they will be elsewhere. Where will we be I wonder! I have personally have wonderful Christmas only slightly marred by the realisation that I am increasingly finding it difficult to rise out of a low chair evidencing the increasing weakness of my legs. They actually gave way on the way to the church leaving me flat on my back on the church path, but then that might have been the ice, it will certainly before drink time.
The grandchildren seem to have taken my disability in their stride without the necessity for any great explanation. Dear Lara, for example, seeing me struggling to turn a page of a book I was reading, popped over and slotted it under the keeper peg of the book stand on which it rested. When it came to meals the children quickly accepted that grandpa was going to dress up like a clown, with an apron, wrist supports, a removable wipeable sleeve and would be eating with a bent spoon, with a funny handle, and with a long ‘shoover’ projecting from his left hand for pushing food onto the spoon.
Tags: Christmas, weakness
Posted by DMC on Jan 26, 2010 in
Diary My first walk round the golf course for over seven weeks – Christmas, New Year and the severe winter weather intervening. I was curious to see how I would manage as I really felt that I had weakened over this period. In the event I managed 13 holes and believed I could certainly have completed the round.
Thank goodness my legs are holding up better than my hands and arms. I am finding it increasingly difficult to do my morning exercises; to manipulate my electric toothbrush and to shave with my electric shaver — even with the purpose made pouch which I have had made to clamp it to my right hand. In fact, I am beginning to dread all of these early morning activities as they have become stressful but I’m determined to continue to do them on my own as long as I possibly can.
The thatchers arrived today with all their paraphernalia. This is the full Monty this year, a completely re-thatch of the house and the office – horrendous expense, but we have no choice. This has to be done every 25 years or so with a re-ridging in between. In no time at all they had stripped off half the roof and remove tons of old straw, exposing a fairly fresh layer, before they started to apply the new long straw, something in the region of 16 to 18 inches thick. This job is meant to take three weeks.
Tags: golf, thatching, weakness
