On Monday 19th August Daughter and I went over to Watford, as I couldn't find a nice Birthday card for Nat. Unfortunately, I had my legs twisted to one side a the nappy bag was in the footwell. I was a bit stiff on arrival in Watford, and was disappointed to find only one card shop in the shopping centre. There was a beautiful card which opened into a 3D pirate ship, but it was £5. There is also lack of big cards since the postal rates were altered, as they cost more to post. I soon realised I was having difficulty walking, the disc problem had worsened, and I now seemed to have a pain in the right hip too. I tried pushing the buggy for support, but it was too heavy for me.
Daughter wanted to look in shoe shops, but I thought I had better keep moving. The reason for the lack of card shops seems to be that so many went down in the recession, so I set off in the direction of Smith's. On the way I took 2 paracetamol, as I had some in my bag, I found a reasonable card in Smith's with a digger and 3 on the front, and decided to add the word Grandson from my stock of letters in my card making stuff.
I decided to go into Boots to buy some heat pads, these are placed over the painful area, and bring comfort, except that in hot weather they can make one perspire rather, and they have a tendency to drop out. This happened to me once on Scarborough sea front, much to the bemusement of several people sitting nearby. Goodness what they thought, as I struggled to maintain my dignity, bent to pick it up and as nonchalantly as possible tossed it in the nearest bin.
So far so good, but I couldn't just hoick up my skirt or go down the elasticated waistband in the middle of the Harlequin centre, I might have been arrested, so I struggled up the escalator in J L to the ladies' room, where I managed to instal a heat pad over the r4/5 vertebral joint, and gained alittle comfort from the heat. I then nipped (well hobbled) into the mini Waitrose on the top floor to buy some potatoes,and ice cream. Then daughter, whom I had promised to meet me at Boots rang, I had to tell her that I'd had a slight change of plan. She said she would be waiting by the stop for the little land train, on which she had promised Nat a ride. However when she saw me hobbling over the little bridge, full of fear that my right leg would give way completely, she had to tell poor Nat that his train ride would have to happen another day.
This time, as we left, the nappy bag was stowed in the boot, and I managed to struggle into the passenger seat which is quite low, biting my lip all the way back, I couldn't help with the children much, and I don't know how I managed to drive down the hill home. I left my car out.
The difficulty with prolapsed discs is getting the balance right between rest and exercise, so the next day husband accompanied me on my trip to the local paper shop. I had my adjustable walking stick for reassurance. The trouble is husband cannot walk slowly, oh well at least he didn't tell me I sounded like Long John Silver this time.
The next day I made it to WW, where I had gained half a pound, but folk were sympathetic, then I managed to go round Sainsbury's, the trolley helped enormously, and husband helped unload the car and put stuff away. Late I went to Homebase for some plants to fill in the gaps in my pots where I had removed a few dying stragglers. I called in to see daughter who confessed she was right behind with Nathaniel's cake, hadn't even got the eggs, so I looked after the pair of them whilst she went off to buy eggs and a few other things.
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| They both climbed on the garden table, Lydia from my lap |
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| there was a good moon that week too |
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| Nathaniel and his playdough set |
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| Fun with balloons |
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| Lydia likes them too |
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| The cake |
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| Blowing the candle out |
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| mmm, cake |
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| Ooh, cake |
Last week was pretty routine, some good days some bad. I went to repot one of my orchids only to find that the roots had rotted, so we decided to go to a garden centre, further away. We had a good look around, had a cuppa in their cafe, then an ice cream. Their orchid choice wasn't huge, so I didn't buy. They have an EMW outlet there. Their check shirts were on offer, so husband bought 2. We also bought a hanging basket for the shepherd's crook hanger.
On the Thursday of that week one of our ladies invited some of us round, so I collected our German friend, and we had a very pleasant afternoon chatting, drinking tea, and eating cake. I only had a very small square of lemon cake, but the German lady had a large slice of Victoria sponge, lemon cake, flapjack, and shortbread. As I took her home, she asked if I could take her to the local shops. I did so, and as she came back to the car,she said 'Ooh, smell those fish and chips, I'm really hungry, aren't you?' I managed to splutter, 'No', and she insisted on me asking the price, when she found out the price she decided to have something at home, and mentioned salad and chops. I really think she must have something wrong with her appetite controller, unless she comfort eats.
I finished the baby second baby jacket, and decided to do a hat to match. I had contacted Daughter in Law on Friday, but she said that nothing was happening, but then she wasn't due till Sunday.
Sunday evening I was talking to Son by text, and I did have this feeling that there was something he wasn't telling me.
The next day we walked into town, as I had bought a dress online from M&S, but it wasn't really me. Well I say we walked into town, what actually happened was that I walked into town with a small shopping list, then realised I had forgotten the dress, so had to ring husband. I went into Dyas for something to clean out my iron,and something to make the sink empty quicker, then I called husband who had walked down with the dress.
I'd only had fruit and yoghurt for breakfast, the pasty shop which has reopened under new management wafted out smells, so did the M&S cafe, I went into the food department, and the bakery wafted out smells. I began to get a sick feeling in my stomach, which indicates that my blood sugar has dropped, and I need to do something about it. I phoned husband and he agreed to met me at the M&S cafe. As I waited for him, my phone got a message. It read 'Ethan Gabriel, born 12.26 pm', from our son. Praise the Lord, I have another grandchild. I couldn't wait to tell husband and decided to have an iced bun after my snack meal to celebrate.
Then it was off to the card shop, and when I got home, wrapped the baby clothes, and off to the post office to send them.
Mum and baby seem to be doing well apart from lack of sleep, neither Mum nor Dad got any Sunday night. Son eventually posted a picture on Facebook, and we have seen the baby on skype. He was 7lb 8oz. I have been to Daughter's, she is still struggling a bit, but the nursery teacher came round to meet Nathaniel one day, he starts next week. He spent most of her visit hiding in the hall! She did however coax him into having a picture taken. I recognised her as being in the same year as my son at the same school where she now teaches. I first knew her when she was 3, so it's amazing to see how she had grown into a confident young woman. Lydia also took her first steps this week, only 2, but we all have to start somewhere, and at ten and a half months it's not bad going. I feel truly blessed. Husband came with me one day, and gave Nat some 'one to one', from which he reallyseemed to benefit.
We have had a mini heatwave this week, thankfully we still haven't got round to putting the duvet back on. Today, as I walked to post my Cousin's birthday card there was definite Autumn feel, and just for good measure, it rained before lunch. Oh well mustn't grumble, we've had a lovely summer for a change.
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| Lydia raids the toy box, standing alone |
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