Titivation

 While the CBM continues to lick the bathroom into shape.

I thought about titivation 

Now the essentials have already been bought.( Black accessories to set against the plain subway white tiles) but I wanted one little burst of colour to lift the room

I trolled on line and found a Japanese inspired cotton linen of koi Carp which I thought would look nice framed with a white border in a plain black frame

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Loo Tales

You need to read the previous blog post first 

I had been asleep no more than 35 minutes when my phone went.

It was the CBM 

And he was suitably upbeat 

“ Can you come home?  “ he asked with an embarrassed laugh  “ Ive locked myself in the outside loo”

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Love

 Each of you readers whether you comment or not give me peace, perspective and purpose. Thank you for sharing your lives and hopes with me. I hope this day gives you all that you need of it. Be kind. Be loving. Be you. Sending love your way if you need it. Blessing my friends. 

Regine

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Silence

 The CBM sings loudly and badly. 

It’s fun to listen to , but what with the banging and hammering in the claustrophobia of a 17th Century cottage it feels amplified and overwhelming.

My morning dog walk wasn’t restful as Dorothy was in one of her yappy moods and fearing more tree felling activities when I returned to the village , I dropped the girls off at Trendy Carol’s and took myself off for a quiet coffee.

Y Shed was packed with walkers with their dogs when I got there and there was a loud snarling fight between a poodle and a sheepdog just as I raised my americano to my lips.

I took myself off to my sister Ann’s house and let myself in.

It’s a large family house, full of antiques and paintings and memories 

And it was silent , save for a ticking clock and the odd creak Edwardian houses always seem to encourage when floorboards contract during the heat of the day.

No chainsaws.

No bulldog snores

No singing of power ballads 

No coffee chatter

Nothing.

The shower was hot and the sheets crisp 

And the silence of the old house was the best time I’ve had all week

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Stents

Tracheal stent made from silicone

Another trip over to East Yorkshire today. I plan to see my brother Simon in hospital this morning and then on to Beverley to stay over night with my best friend Tony. We hope to go out for a country walk this afternoon and then we will have a meal out somewhere - maybe a curry. Tomorrow it's Hull City's last game of the season and we will be watching them play Nottingham Forest. They are entering the promotion play-offs and we avoided relegation. There's always next season to anticipate.

Simon had a stent fitted in his trachea to assist breathing earlier this week and this afternoon he is going to have another stent fitted in his oesophagus to assist eating. Over the telephone, I had a good chat with the senior nurse yesterday and she hopes that the second stent will allow him to eat solid foods once again. It has been two months since he last ate anything.

Until today I had no idea what one of these stents looks like or what it is made from. See top and bottom. Apparently they used quite frequently to help struggling cancer patients - opening up vital tubes.

Silicone oesophogal stent removed

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