Saturday, 23rd December
Oh my goodness, I was physically exhausted this morning. Nige woke me at 3.15am for a pee. It went rather smoothly actually, due, in part, to my ‘I’m bloody well getting you upright mister’ attitude. Honestly, I have no idea where that inner strength came from… I was hanging, eyes barely open and every bone in my body ached. We woke again at about 7, I think. I recall trying to convince Nige that he wasn’t ready for breakfast and trying to catch an extra half hour under the quilt.
“You’re hungry, aren’t you? I’ll get your breakfast.”
Crunchy Nut Cornflakes today – much more successful than porridge, I think. Aside from my aches and pains, this morning went well actually. It certainly ranks as one of the better ones over the past week. By half 7 I was sound asleep under the Snug Bug on the sofa, cat curled up on my feet, the sound of Nige gently breathing over the monitor.
At about 12 – half past – the two district nurses arrived. Nige was half asleep but able to say hello. I managed to find all they needed and then left them to bath him in peace. I even turned off the monitor! When I went up to see how they were getting on they were finishing, tidying things away.
“He’s had enough of us now!”
He had too, absolutely shattered he was. As I gave him a quick trio of kisses he smelt clean and fresh. Mmm, it’d been a while since he last washed and that must have horrified him. He slept easily until half 2. I helped him to the commode and whilst he did his stuff, I put the back rest up. We’d not had much success with this bloody thing so I determined to get it right! We managed, Nige and I, to get his bottom in the right place and I placed his legs up onto the bed in front of him: perfect! He dozed like that and I went downstairs and rustled him up a one egg omelette and a dose of Co-Codamol. I fed him about half,
“I don’t mind so much if you don’t eat dinner now you’ve eaten that!”
I picked Gabe up from Victoria Park at half 3, after I bought some more logs. I bought a LED Weeping Willow Tree too, for the back garden. It was originally £100, reduced to £80. I’d been umming and ahhing about buying it for a couple of days and today thought,
“Bugger it! I’ll buy it from the van fund…”
At the till the logs came to a tenner and the tree – wait for it – was £25! I left the shop sharpish, grinning from ear to ear. As Nige slept upstair, I assembled my incredible bargain and carried it up to the gravelled patio outside our bedroom window. I went up to our room and plugged it in – stunning. I tried to show Nige, I think he smiled. He did smile. Anyway, I smiled so that’s halfway there.
At dinner time we realised, the boys and I, that we actually have little food in the house. So off I go again! I told you I’m shit at food shopping. Nige would never have allowed us to run out of food just one day into the Christmas break! Exhausted, I ended the day in a hot bath with Radox Muscle Soak and a Opihr Gin with Ginger Ale. Not a bad way to end a Saturday.