The wretched satellite is working to rule today and has been for 24 hours. It has taken me half an hour to download the BCUK site and it is reluctant even to let me write my blog (perhaps the satellite is bored with my inane waffling ) As a result I am probably not going to be able to read anyone else’s blog tonight unless I stay up until at least 4am but I will try and catch up at some stage tomorrow.
So, today? Well, things took a turn for the worse for ‘Grandma Not’ back in the Motherland. We had just put the telephone down this morning from one of our regular phone calls when I received an email from Brother-in-Law Not, asking us to phone him. It transpires that Grandma has been told by her Doctor that she has days, rather than weeks left to live. A horrible thing to hear when you are completely compos-mentis and it is just your body that is giving up on you.
It has become a game of Chinese whispers. In the same In-box, we also received an email from Sister-in-Law Not to say that the two sisters are arranging a care rota and asking whether Mr Not can be involved. She is then obviously of the opinion that Grandma has a great deal more stamina (or is hoping that she does).
It is at times like this that I thank my lucky stars I was an only-child! No bickering or in-fighting disguised under the wide-brimmed hat and dark glasses of “concern”. It was just me, my Mum and a couple of knackered Junior Doctors!
So looks like I may be blogging from the Motherland in the very near future. My cousin has offered to kidnap me so that I don’t have to come back. I actually quite like the idea of spending the rest of my life holed-up in Lancashire with my Cousin and the advantage is that she would be quite happy to kidnap the children too as part of the deal!
The headache now is how to get everything sorted out here. Animals who need Zinc capsules so that they don’t develop facial eczema whilst we are away, a Farrier to shoe the horses before we go, a horse sitter for the pony who gets laminitis at the drop of a hat, a farm-sitter, a rabbit sitter, a chicken sitter. In fact lots of people with very flat bottoms.
