Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The holiday is over
Ashley and Ekatarina left us at 10 o'clock this morning.
There was a mood of sadness in the air, which we all tried to disguise.
Partings are too abrupt really - one moment you are living life as though it will go on as before - and the next minute, life does not go on as before.
I felt such a heart ache as I hugged my son and my grand daughter and watched them walk away to the platform for their train.
A precious 2 weeks is now in the past.
Silly me! I shall see them again 5 weeks today.
We have loads of boxes to take up to Bangor.
I failed to get going on anything very much today. My body and mind needed a nothing day. New beginnings can wait until tomorrow.
I knew I was too weary to think of attending the athletics meeting we had been booked to do - so Bill phoned up the Brighton club and said we wouldn't be there. I feel a bit guilty to let people down.
This afternoon we went out to do a few chores - as we seem to do quite often. There was a box for the charity shop, a trip to B &Q, rubbish to be deposited at the dump and a trip to the pet shop for cat food and more fat balls for the birds.
If the place which supplied and fitted out stair carpet had been open on a Wednesday afternoon we might have stopped there. It is a small family run firm and we liked them.
The fact is we are about to indulge ourselves, having made a mistake last year. Well, my mistake really!
We had carpet in our kitchen/ dining room/office for many years. It didn't show the dirt - but I didn't like it.
So when we had the new kitchen done I chose something I did like, but it really shows the dirt and I think it will have to go.
My birthday present will be vinyl flooring I think.
I would love ceramic tiles but that would be very expensive because the floor would need a great deal of preparation.
I will not hear of Bill doing the work because he has enough problems with his knees and muscles. Next week he will return to the doctor about swollen ankles and legs. He needs exercise, yes - but not crawling round a floor on his hands and knees.
Maybe we'll go and see them this week - the flooring people, that is.
Bill has cut the lawns today.
He got chatting with a near neighbour who has been vociferous in objections to the medical centre and has heard things on the grapevine.
She seems to have picked up that things are not as far ahead as we believed. The council have given planning permission - but the Primary care trust has not had a positive go ahead and she suggested that the land has not actually been bought yet.
Who knows?
We can but dream that it will all fall through.
The house has an air of eerie normality about it now. There is still tidying to do. I think Bill has been packing up all Ecky's things. It quite hurt wandering into her room and having it look like she might still be there!
We have watched our favourite soaps for the first time in ages and I shall see Who Do You Think You Are at 9 o'clock.
I played Boggle at lunchtime against Roger - welcome back Roger and Sue.
Tomorrow I must catch up on sorting out things bought at recent car boot sales.
There was a mood of sadness in the air, which we all tried to disguise.
Partings are too abrupt really - one moment you are living life as though it will go on as before - and the next minute, life does not go on as before.
I felt such a heart ache as I hugged my son and my grand daughter and watched them walk away to the platform for their train.
A precious 2 weeks is now in the past.
Silly me! I shall see them again 5 weeks today.
We have loads of boxes to take up to Bangor.
I failed to get going on anything very much today. My body and mind needed a nothing day. New beginnings can wait until tomorrow.
I knew I was too weary to think of attending the athletics meeting we had been booked to do - so Bill phoned up the Brighton club and said we wouldn't be there. I feel a bit guilty to let people down.
This afternoon we went out to do a few chores - as we seem to do quite often. There was a box for the charity shop, a trip to B &Q, rubbish to be deposited at the dump and a trip to the pet shop for cat food and more fat balls for the birds.
If the place which supplied and fitted out stair carpet had been open on a Wednesday afternoon we might have stopped there. It is a small family run firm and we liked them.
The fact is we are about to indulge ourselves, having made a mistake last year. Well, my mistake really!
We had carpet in our kitchen/ dining room/office for many years. It didn't show the dirt - but I didn't like it.
So when we had the new kitchen done I chose something I did like, but it really shows the dirt and I think it will have to go.
My birthday present will be vinyl flooring I think.
I would love ceramic tiles but that would be very expensive because the floor would need a great deal of preparation.
I will not hear of Bill doing the work because he has enough problems with his knees and muscles. Next week he will return to the doctor about swollen ankles and legs. He needs exercise, yes - but not crawling round a floor on his hands and knees.
Maybe we'll go and see them this week - the flooring people, that is.
Bill has cut the lawns today.
He got chatting with a near neighbour who has been vociferous in objections to the medical centre and has heard things on the grapevine.
She seems to have picked up that things are not as far ahead as we believed. The council have given planning permission - but the Primary care trust has not had a positive go ahead and she suggested that the land has not actually been bought yet.
Who knows?
We can but dream that it will all fall through.
The house has an air of eerie normality about it now. There is still tidying to do. I think Bill has been packing up all Ecky's things. It quite hurt wandering into her room and having it look like she might still be there!
We have watched our favourite soaps for the first time in ages and I shall see Who Do You Think You Are at 9 o'clock.
I played Boggle at lunchtime against Roger - welcome back Roger and Sue.
Tomorrow I must catch up on sorting out things bought at recent car boot sales.
