Yes I am back from my wanderings.
I got back to the island on Saturday after over 2 weeks away - my longest trip this millenium! It was a mixed trip. It started of as a bit of a rush, as I had to go over early because dad had caught pneumonia, and mum was beside herself with worry. So after a day of rushing around - changing bookings, ordering prescriptions and making sure Pepsi was looked after, I got away.
Fortunately, the antibiotics kicked in, and dad survived. It was touch and go, but he made it. That was a weight off mum's mind, but it also meant I could take my long planned trip to York. I stayed in a nice B&B which is coinvenient for the city, as it is only 3 minutes walk from Bootham Bar, one of the gates. York is confusing - its gates are called bars and its streets are called gates! I had a good time there, even though the last day was curtailed be snow falling and making the whole place cold and wet (I stayed in and read!)
From York, I went to spend the weekend with my sister and her family. That was the usual slice of chaos, not helped by the fact that they are in the middle of a lot of work on the house! But it was a good weekend.
Then back to mum's for a week. A lot of that time was spent helping ehr sort things out, which meant we did not get all our outings. But we got some of them. And I was able to spend some time with my friends over there on the 'other island'
One thing we did while I was there was go and see dad. He was lying in bed, not responding at all. If it had not been for the name on the door, it could have been a total stranger in there. It was horrible.
So that is my mixed trip away.
I got back to the island on Saturday after over 2 weeks away - my longest trip this millenium! It was a mixed trip. It started of as a bit of a rush, as I had to go over early because dad had caught pneumonia, and mum was beside herself with worry. So after a day of rushing around - changing bookings, ordering prescriptions and making sure Pepsi was looked after, I got away.
Fortunately, the antibiotics kicked in, and dad survived. It was touch and go, but he made it. That was a weight off mum's mind, but it also meant I could take my long planned trip to York. I stayed in a nice B&B which is coinvenient for the city, as it is only 3 minutes walk from Bootham Bar, one of the gates. York is confusing - its gates are called bars and its streets are called gates! I had a good time there, even though the last day was curtailed be snow falling and making the whole place cold and wet (I stayed in and read!)
From York, I went to spend the weekend with my sister and her family. That was the usual slice of chaos, not helped by the fact that they are in the middle of a lot of work on the house! But it was a good weekend.
Then back to mum's for a week. A lot of that time was spent helping ehr sort things out, which meant we did not get all our outings. But we got some of them. And I was able to spend some time with my friends over there on the 'other island'
One thing we did while I was there was go and see dad. He was lying in bed, not responding at all. If it had not been for the name on the door, it could have been a total stranger in there. It was horrible.
So that is my mixed trip away.
1 comment:
Nik was it a good thing to be going through what ever at you mom's? I like doing that at my parent's home but there could be different feelings going along with what you were doing.
I am glad that you had some good times there. Even though there were some sad times as well.
Well I am off to read what ever else I have missed in your life.
Oh and by the way how is the bruise on your arm from the blood donor escapade?
Joanne :-)
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