Sunday, 12th May, 2024
When am I going to get rid of this bloody Covid? I know I am rather immuno-compromised since radiotherapy but it’s starting to get me down. For the 9th consecutive day, I have tested strongly positive for Covid whereas my wife, who is obviously a much more resilient character is now clear. I do still feel under the weather – rasping cough, runny nose, tired all the time with aching limbs. At least I’m forcing myself to complete my Gym routine each day and only missed two days at the start of the infection.
Went to bed at 9.30 pm last night. It is unheard of but I was feeling exhausted. I slept as well. The temperature didn’t fall below 17C/63F last night and I slept on top of the bedclothes with the window open. During the day, the garden has reached a lovely 26C/79F.
When we woke, Pauline had been in a dream about a Gite in the Dordogne where we stayed for a month one July. But which July? Quite astonishing how time fades away in the memory …. but not with a Blog. First thing after Breakfast I was able to pinpoint a month driving around France & Italy in July 2017.
In July 2018, we rented a Gite in Saint-Sauveur, a quaint village outside Bergerac. When we got there, we found the girl who owned it was from Warrington and had worked in Oldham for years.
The weather was glorious throughout our month’s stay, we got to travel around and visit lots of local markets, visited my cousin who had a Gite business not far away and do lots of walking. Happy times before Covid.
Today, in spite of being terribly ill, Dear Reader, I am being roped into cleaning the stone lintels of our windows which have become rather stained over the last 8 years. Having seen how the magic potion can so successfully clean the patio, my Housekeeper has decided to use it on stone lintels prior to cleaning all the white windows and doors. Unfortunately, I am the only one stupid enough to go up a ladder and the only one who can reached the difficult bits. I’m going to have that as my epitaph, Dear Reader: He was the only one able to reach the difficult bits! Could be worse, I suppose.
Monday, 13th May, 2024
Suddenly garden time has arrived … about a week later than last year. I maintain the public lawns and beds of our street. I try to keep everything lush, green and striped and then plant out bright, repeating colours in the flower beds. I grow plants from seed and then buy some from local Nurseries. My own sowings will need another couple of weeks before they go out.
Today, I’ve bought huge batches of Marigolds and Osteospurmums. They are brightly coloured, hardy and flower all Summer with the minimum of attention.
I have used these plants for years and only learnt today that they are from the same genus – Calendula. These warm, bright colours will echo each other along each side of our street and give it a ‘corporate’ look.
It is just a month until we fly to Thessaloniki but I am so pleased to avoid this cattle market of the past. Over the decades, the hot, sweaty nights we have queued in Greek airports to Check-in while trying to guess which Gates it will go from only to find them switched at the last minute. Easyjet contacted me today to say I could Check-in online. We have Speedy Boarding with 1 x large carry-on cabin bag + 1 x small carry-on cabin bag each which is plenty for us. We just go straight through Security and down to our Executive Lounge before boarding. The whole process is relaxing. Boarding Passes are printed out. Life is comparatively so straightforward these days.
No sooner had I written that than I turned to the first story on the Daily Telegraph where all my confidence was punctured immediately. I don’t think that will affect June but we are using them again in August. Let’s hope they have settled by then.
Tuesday, 14th May, 2024
I’m still testing positive for Covid after two weeks. All Kissing is still banned, you’ll be devastated to hear, Dear Reader. Had to cancel my dentist appointment tomorrow. So, there is an upside. My friend, Kevin, is completing his Starvation/Purge prior to another colonoscopy this afternoon in Leeds. He ate his last meal yesterday lunchtime and had to wake up at 6.00 am this morning to take his next enema. I phoned him at 5.55 am this morning to his surprise. He’s not a morning person. He definitely isn’t now! He’s a very, very empty person.
We had a bit of rain over night and everything is fresh, clean and sweet-smelling this morning in the warm air. It reminds me of that morning feeling everyday on the island in Greece – walking out onto the terrace with the rising sun, the warm enveloping air, the sounds of a donkey braying away across the valley and the cockerel calling out to corral its hareem and all the time the orchestra of cicadas builds in the olive trees to the heat at the peak of the day. But the evening sun going down across the sea reflects the glory of the day and moderates the baking heat ready to start all over again the next morning.
In the garden today we are planting out blocks of seed grown carrots. Just for fun, we have chosen a rainbow coloured variety. In the end, they’re just carrots but the colours are attractive on the plate. Some beetroot, some lettuce – Red Little Gem is what we eat about three times a week -will also go in to join the early potatoes and the green beans.
I love this time in the garden – so full of optimism and promise. In about 8 weeks, we will be cutting lettuces and picking green beans, harvesting and freezing herbs and making pesto for the winter. The effort put in really does feel worth it.
Wednesday, 15th May, 2024
Half way through May already. I have been feeling absolutely awful since late April. At times I thought I was just being lazy. At other times I thought I was depressed. Yesterday, reading an article in a local newspaper, I suddenly realised that I was reading about things which were happening to me that I thought were totally unrelated.
I’ve been suffering with all-pervasive fatigue for over 3 weeks. My joints have been aching to the point of ‘cracking’. Every day I’ve had to set myself tasks to get through and then force myself to complete them. My Gym routine has been an absolute nightmare to get through. I’ve had to tell my head each day to get on with it, to get through it. I just thought I was being bone-idle.
At the same time, my favourite drink – coffee – was leaving a dead, dry taste in my mouth. My other favourite drink – wine – was tasting like acid. I actually poured some bottles away thinking they were ‘corked’. I have been feeling sick after eating. I have had a cold and continuous dry cough. I’ve had loss of appetite and changed bowel movements. I felt a bit reassured when the National Bowel Cancer Screening Programme found I was clear because my changes had raised concerns.
Suddenly yesterday, I read of the new FLiRT variant which has come from America and is now surging across UK and all my symptoms are brought together in this infection. At least I know I am not going mad. Pleased to hear that my friend, Kevin, got the all-clear (to coin a phrase) from his colonoscopy yesterday and now won’t need another for 3 years.
Going to force myself to Valet the car this morning in this wonderfully warm sunshine. I need it to be looking and feeling good because I’ve just booked a short trip to France next week in the hope of giving myself a boost. Don’t have to isolate now after 5 days of infection although I still won’t be doing too much kissing.
Thursday, 16th May, 2024
Finally, Dear Reader, after almost three, consecutive weeks, I have tested Covid-free. 💋💋 I’ve already informed the neighbours that I am available for kissing again. I’ve asked them to form an orderly queue. Fortunately, I’ve already delivered my wife to the Beautician’s where she will spend the next couple of hours having a complete face renovation so I’m free for a while.
It’s warm and raining this morning so all the seedlings are being watered in. Perfect growing weather. The garden smells wonderful and the air is full of birdsong. We have a resident blackbird who fills the sky with the most beautiful music. The fresh, new growth of greens in many shades would do credit to the Garden of Eden.
One of my more intelligent girls who missed an extended education because of pregnancy and family problems Whatsapp‘d me last night to say she had just completed her Degree at Manchester Metropolitan Uni. I was the first person she’d told, which was nice of her. Isn’t it great when people get there in the end. She’s 45 with three kids and a career as a Teaching Assistant in Oldham but she didn’t give up.
I really believe you can achieve most ambitions if you are prepared to keep going. You do need a bit of personal obsession – something I know quite a bit about. Doggedness, never letting the bone go can get you to most ambitions. It can make you annoying at times but you have to shake that off, keep your head down and keep going.
As the season for European travel approaches, I am having to check we have enough Euros in our travel store. I don’t like to use my Credit or Debit card abroad if I can avoid it. I prefer to fix my exchange rate rather than leave it to the bank at a time of their choosing.
It is totally different in UK though. I never have any cash apart from a £1.00 coin in my key ring holder for a supermarket trolley. I don’t bother carrying physical credit/debit cards any more. I was reading this article the other day which was saying that about 50% of us now never carry a wallet anymore.
Everything is contained within my Google Digital Wallet on my phone. I can pay out anything from a £1.00 to £50,000.00 or more with a single swipe of my mobile and tell it which Credit or Bank card I want it to use. I don’t have to remember account or pin numbers. It does it all for me. My Digital Wallet also contains Store Cards and Travel Passes. My Executive Lounge Card and my Boarding Passes are in there as well.
I love this advance in digital technology. I want to live another 100 years to see how it advances. Do you get post? We never get anything worthwhile now. Medical communications come straight to apps on our phones. Appointment letters are the same. I can’t think of a single thing where the hard copy was not preceded by a digital one. As the old people die off, non-digital methods will become irrelevant. Someone should tell the European Billionaire who is bidding to buy the Post Office. His investment will have a very short life time unless, of course, he is buying Parcel Force. Did you know you can pay a cheque into your Bank Account without leaving your home – just scan it in on your Mobile through your Banking App. This is how it should be.
The rain has stopped. The sun is out. The Garden is warm and sunny. As Eliot, quoting Julian of Norwich, says:
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be wellT.S. Eliot – Little Gidding – 1942
The nearest thing, Dear Reader, that I will ever get towards a religious spirit.
Friday, 17th May, 2024
Gorgeously sunny and warm morning. I’m celebrating by driving my wife to the Hairdresser’s. Parking is so difficult that it’s more reasonable for me to take her and pick her back up later. Beauty Clinic yesterday (£80.00) and Hairdresser today (£50.00). I’m keeping a close eye on her, Dear Reader. She says it is nothing compared to the hundreds I will spend on wine next week … and I’m finding that quite hard to argue against. Anybody got any good ideas?
After the hairdressers, the beautiful day has been given over to self-appointed public duties. All the lawns along the roadside are cut for the weekend and, today, we planted up all the cut-out flower beds in the lawns with plants I’ve been growing from seed in my coldframes.
After all the work of the day, I was out on my feet. It is a great feeling. When you’re retired, to find an activity to completely tire you out is a sign of success. Supper was Tuna Steaks griddled outside in the garden with green beans and a chilled glass of Bordeaux red. Hard to beat. Hope you are enjoying your Friday as much as me, Dear Reader.
Saturday, 18th May, 2024
One of those days when I had hoped for rain. I went to bed with forecasts guaranteeing substantial rain throughout Saturday and woke up to find everything had changed. It means I will be out with hosepipes and watering cans watering in all the carefully planted flowers from yesterday. Instead of sitting back and watching the rain, I will have to give over an hour or two to manual labour.
We have the most lovely neighbours. Lots of Whatsapp thanks from them this morning. One rang the bell this morning with a bunch of flowers. She said she came home from work last night and thought how wonderful the area looked.
Our neighbour in the house behind ours unexpectedly dropped in yesterday. He retired recently from a London City property developers and has moved to his villa just North of Alicante with his wife and son. Their house here has been Sold Subject to Contract for months but it will finally go through in the next couple of months. Wonder who will be arriving.
After 8 years here, the trees along our street are finally starting to grow into their looks. I have to confess that, until today, I wasn’t sure what trees they were. Today, using the Google Lens app on my phone, I established that they are Tilia Cordata better known as small-leaved Lime trees or Linden Trees.
In their new season’s growth, they are delicious and have been chosen to not grow too high. Unfortunately, they develop quite a thick canopy which stops rain and sunlight reaching the flower bed below which makes growing rather more challenging.
It is my littlest sister, Caroline’s 62 birthday today. I can’t believe it. When I left home, she was just 7 years old and tiny. She lives in Ireland and messaged me today that she is celebrating by hiking down the Derrynane mass path along the peninsula by the sea. She is a football fanatic and a Derby County supporter so she is already celebrating their promotion.