Friday last, it was my turn for visiting the sick. I left the house at 9am, caught the community bus to the station and the 9.23 to Liverpool Street. Across London to Paddington, and a longish wait for the train to Cheltenham. Taxi from the station to the hospital, for a forty-five minute visit with the step-mother. Then, all the above in reverse, arriving home at 8.45 pm.
How can you tell that someone is on the mend? Well, a resumption of cantankerousness - (is there such a word?) - probably proves it. A point to be borne in mind for one's own future, perhaps.
On the journey, time enough to read a whole novel - "Quiet as a Nun" by Antonia Fraser, not a challenging read. And to knit a pair of mittens, for a Lakota child.
Sunday, we were in a different mode. In the morning we made a quick trip to a garden centre to pick up the ubiquitous folding chairs. After lunch we were assigned to the Coffee Shop at Paycocke's for the whole afternoon, serving up cream teas. Home and a quick change, before we set off again, this time as visitors, for the Music Evening.
Sitting in that lovely garden as the sun set, eating a plate of lasagne and drinking chilled white wine, while a string quartet played popular classics - ah, yes! What it is to be retired and not to have to think of Monday on Sunday evenings.
How can you tell that someone is on the mend? Well, a resumption of cantankerousness - (is there such a word?) - probably proves it. A point to be borne in mind for one's own future, perhaps.
On the journey, time enough to read a whole novel - "Quiet as a Nun" by Antonia Fraser, not a challenging read. And to knit a pair of mittens, for a Lakota child.
Sunday, we were in a different mode. In the morning we made a quick trip to a garden centre to pick up the ubiquitous folding chairs. After lunch we were assigned to the Coffee Shop at Paycocke's for the whole afternoon, serving up cream teas. Home and a quick change, before we set off again, this time as visitors, for the Music Evening.
Sitting in that lovely garden as the sun set, eating a plate of lasagne and drinking chilled white wine, while a string quartet played popular classics - ah, yes! What it is to be retired and not to have to think of Monday on Sunday evenings.
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1 comment:
What a long journey back & forth to the hospital. Thought we had the distances to travel to get around as we are so large & UK so small. If that is a pic of the garden centre, it looks lovely & the musical evening sounds great. Take care.
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