Oh dear ~ sadly these days for fear of spills I dare not bring anything upstairs other than a mug of water at bedtime. Until a few years back, breakfasts in my bedroom were the high spot of the day ~ having fetched the Guardian and made
the bed, I'd bring a tea tray up, and sit there in my comfortable Ercol chair having a quiet read with tea and toast ~ and counting my blessings ! Even when financial worries were weighing me down (which was 75% of the time) this peaceful
start to the day was wonderfully therapeutic ~ and as often as not the sun would be streaming inthrough the large south facing bedroom window ~ sheer bliss.
In his flat, John had a similar start-of-day ceremony ~ he'd take his breakfast
through to his south facing bedroom, and sitting on one of the single beds in there, his trolley loaded with tea and muesli and toast and orange juice and always a banana, he was in heaven. But there you are ~ nothing lasts for ever ~ poor John
has gone and I am far too doddery to carry a tea tray up these steep spiral stairs. To be honest, sometimes I can hardly make it up here myself. But not to worry ~ I still enjoy breakfast at the kitchen table with John Humphrys and friends
on Radio4 ~ and when I've eaten I carry my last cup of tea through to the sitting room and give myself half-an-hour or so with The Guardian before I get going. Family breakfasts were always pretty chaotic : "Mum, I haven't got bus fare."
"Where are my football boots ?" "Who's hidden my satchel ?" "Oh Lord ~ I'm going to be late." "I need a pound for our Geography trip ~ if we haven't paid by today we won't be able to go." On and on
with grumbles and last minute requests until thankfully they have all departed and perhaps there will be time for a fresh cup of tea before the day gets going.
And now ~ peace and quiet ~ and the day stretching out in front of me to
be filled as I choose ! Motherhood is fine, of course, but much as you love them all, it does drag on and drain the life out of you. I feel so lucky to have survived into my solitary old age, even if my hip is killing me !
first Transit of Venus occurred John, as a scientist, got terribly excited and made plans to capture the moment of transit through the window of his south-facing bedroom ~ for weeks before the event his flat was littered with preparations ~ graphs and large
sheets of paper with pin-prick holes in them and mirrors and record cards ~ it took his life over. If I remember right, here in Whitby the transit of the planet across the face of the sun was expected to occurr at around 5.0am so on the Great Day
I left home at 4.0am to be with him in good time, to witness this once-in-a-lifetime spectacle. All was ready ~ sheets of sugar paper sellotaped onto the window with mirror and note book close at hand. We sat there with tea and toast
and the sun streaming in, waiting . . . and then, oh no ! with the appointed hour upon us, the blooming sun disappeared into a bank of cloud and did not reappear until the transit had all-but finished. Deeply disappointed, we switched
to Plan B and scuttled over here where contingency preparations had been made ~ and praise be ~ this time we captured the event in my sunny bedroom, with an image appearing through the pin hole and magnified by mirrors captured on light sensitive paper.
All the neighbours came in to share the magic moment with us so there were half a dozen of us clustered round the Professor as he described with mounting excitement what was happening ! Actually, it wasn't exactly a once-in-a-lifetime event
as seven years later there was the Return of Venus but by then John had gone, so for him it was indeed the o-i-a-l-e and thank goodness we were able to capture it.
I feel so incredibly lucky ~ take today, for example ~ 7.20 and here's Gowan bringing
my Guardian: Peter and Margaret are next door for a few days and had offered to fetch any shopping I might need ~ it's a fortnight since my last Sainsbury's delivery and I was completely out of fruit ~ "Could you bring me 2 bananas and 2 peaches ?" I asked
Peter as he set off for a walk out along the pier ~ and when he brought them he simply refused to let me pay for them ! How kind people are. And this evening three friends have called enquiring about the hip and offering help or advice
~ Meda, Di and Susan Harty !!
Had a bit of a fright in the night when I got up for a wee and came over limp and sweaty and afraid I was going to vomit ~ and no wee came ~ oh Lord ! Are my kidneys packing up now ? And still no
flow when I got up when usually it's a challenge reaching the loo in time, and especially now with my dodgy hip. But all was working normally by the time I'd had 3 cups of tea and no further problem so far. Let's hope it was just a
blip. The only cause I could think of was that at bedtime I took both pain killer and anti-inflammatory pills together instead of staggered across the day ! Having finally agreed to hip replacement, it would be a shame to be carried
off by kidney failure ! But this is Old Age for you, and so far I'm getting off fairly lightly.
Lloyd reported that only a selection of my blogs can now be accessed, and checking on Google found this to be true ~ I've contacted SimpleSite.com
to see if they can restore all my 199 entries but maybe I've been writing too much and have overloaded my domain. Possibly I will have to open a second blog and carry on in it though hope to achieve my 200th piece before switching.