A cafetiere clear day

Well, what a brilliant day. It started well with fresh English strawberry's for breakfast followed by the usual lightly scrambled egg on brown toast and freshly ground coffee. We were off to see Wendy's father in Trowbridge and it was a perfect summers day. We made good time although the traffic was quite heavy. Lunch at The Poplars was up to its usual standard and Wendy and I shared a wonderful high calorie pudding. We took Dad back and stayed an hour or so with him.

When we left for home we decided to stop off in the Shires shopping mall in Trowbridge as we wanted a couple of things for our forthcoming holiday not least an up to date atlas of Europe. Well, what I did find, to my absolute amazement, was a new glass for my cafetiere which I broke recently. We found it in Knee's, a department store that was going when we lived in Trowbridge some 40 years ago. Then success with a couple of new shirts, all in all a good day.

Off to France

Shush...... don't tell anyone, but I am doing this blog from work. It's a relatively quiet time here and ennui is setting in like rheumatism. It's mid week already and my thoughts are on the coming weekend. On Saturday we are up to Trowbridge to lunch out with Dad. Always a pleasant excursion, Wendy and I met and married in Trowbridge. We frequent a lovely restaurant with fine food but it does take up most of the day and nothing else gets done.

Sunday is Intergroup and starts at 2pm. I am picking Midge up on the way so will have to leave home by1pm, which means an early lunch at around 12 noon which, following a late leisurely breakfast means I won't get much done around the house. Another weekend gone and the last one before we start our holiday.

We have both taken Friday 23rd off in order to get down to Dover to catch the ferry to France at 6pm. We have had problems with our new car, a Renault Laguna which, we thought, would pull the caravan nicely. Following our weekend in Dartmouth a couple of weeks ago we realise that the Renault will not be powerful enough to tow a fully laden caravan for two weeks and so we have had to resurrect the Volvo. Le Volvo towed well a couple of years ago when we went to Brittany with Marian and Ian. Main grouch is that it doesn't have air conditioning and hopefully, it will be hot hot hot.... that's what we're going for!

Sunday morning

Thank God I'm not earning my living writing blogs. I haven't been here for some time now, however....

It's Sunday morning 11th June and we've just had breakfast. Usual stuff, boring in its familiarity but enjoyable nevertheless.

We're later than normal having been out playing cards with the usual crowd (excluding Midge who was in London staying with her brother) last night. Geoffrey seemed much improved but still looks thin. The DVD I made of our weekend in Darmouth didn't work on their DVD player so Maggie and Dave took it to see if it works on theirs.

I've just had a text from Beccie saying they are 50 miles from Dover and that the M25 was a breeze. Also they have used 1 litre of oil, but it should be ok now for them as it's only about 60 miles south once they get off the ferry.

We are off to Newent this afternoon to see Mum and Dad. Mum is still in respite so we will take Dad in to see her.

12 noon and just rang Newent to speak to Dad and confirm time of arrival this afternoon only to find Mum answering the phone. Sounded very confused but got the basic facts right. She has been home a couple of days now, had a row with Dad and he's gone off! Quickly rang Barbara and Ian answered saying she was scouring Newent looking for Dad who was threatening to do something drastic!

Rang back ten minutes later to find Barbara back home, with Dad. She sounded dreadful and shouldn't have to put up with this anymore. Hopefully, from what she said, Dad now realises he can't cope with Mum on his own. She needs permanent care now and perhaps so does he. It's going to be another difficult meeting this afternoon I can see.