I have had a bit of a cold this week and as well as not wanting to do much, I have been sleeping more than usual. However, I am over the worst of it now. It's not been too bad.
On Monday, I received a phone call from Bert's ex-wife Patricia. He had had a bad fall in his kitchen that very morning and had been rushed to hospital in an ambulance with blue lights flashing. He's still in hospital now and it seems that he has broken one of his hips.
I don't know the full details or how serious the fracture is but I worry for him. Assuming he does get back home, his confidence will be shot. He will struggle to get up the steep staircase in his terraced house to get to bed and to use the bathroom. I know from past experience that an accident like this can change an older person's life forever. Before you know it, your independence is history.
Naturally, I am happy that I took him out for lunch last week. What with painting the rendering on our house, visiting London and holidaying in Sicily, the gap since our previous lunch rendezvous had been too long. Right now I would be feeling very regretful indeed if I hadn't taken him out. He was in great form that day.
In other Yorkshire Pudding news, Little Phoebe and her parents are flying to southern Spain in the morning. Frances's old boss bought a five bedroom villa in Marbella earlier this year and he's letting them have a week in that villa for nothing along with friends and Ian and Sarah too. Shirley and I could have gone as well but we decided against it. Perhaps some other time.
Meanwhile here in Sheffield where the summer weather has become pretty unsettled, I should be taking delivery of thirty three brand new decking boards tomorrow. Each of them will be 4.2 metres long and with delivery charges they have cost me £400 (US $520). I may not start on the lower decking renovation straight away but at least I will have the boards here ready for the task ahead. It doesn't seem like twenty years since we had the decking professionally installed. Twenty years ahead and I will not be here.
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